Letters To Lou | Larry

6. What are you on about?

December 6th

Harry hasn't been able to touch his phone since last night when his sister snatched it from him and told him to go get ready for dinner with both his mom and her.

It's not like Harry could have just grabbed his phone back from Alex. There was one problem. And it's that Alex 'misplaced' it.

Harry had never been so mad at someone before. He needs his phone. He was getting somewhere with Louis. And he wasn't about to go to the store just to buy a new one.

"Alex, I swear on everything, you better find my phone," Harry rubs his temple.

"Okay, okay popstar," Alexandra waves her hands in the air, trying to remember where she put the phone.

"Okay, let's see. I took it and then went to put it in your room and when I walked in, I saw the letter from Ni-," and just like that, Alex snaps her fingers and runs out to the mailbox.

She opens it and in was Harry's phone, tucked neatly into a box.

She skipped back inside but not before gripping a letter that was stuffed in there with the box.

"Here, take it," and there was Alex's attitude again. She shoved the new letter to Harry's chest along with his phone and left to walk back to her room.

Harry's expression remained passive as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Nick's new letter burned in Harry's hand.

Before reading the letter though, he went to unlock his phone. Only to find it dead.

Harry honestly couldn't have been more anxious than to charge it just to talk to Louis.

•••

He reads Nick's letter, a steady pounding to his heartbeat. It was absolutely delightful. And he hates it so much.

•••

"Zayn," Louis sighs through the phone.

"Yeah, mate," Zayn answers through the line.

"I think I've got the biggest crush on Harry," Louis whispers, his chest aching a little.

"And you said Nick was sending him letters..." Louis leads on, scratching at something on the wooden table he was sat on.

He's sat outside of a restaurant, trying to conceal himself as well as possible. He can't help but let his eyes brim a bit.

"Lou, babe, it's probably not even like that," Zayn murmurs down the speaker.

"What if it is?" Louis asks, biting his lip.

"And what if it's not?" Zayn asks.

"Fuck, why is this happening to me," Louis rubs at his eye, wanting nothing more than to never have read those letters.

"I gotta go, paps are coming in like crazy. I'll call you when I get home," Louis speaks, getting up from the table and adjusting his hat so the paps wouldn't be able to take a picture of his face.

What he didn't know was they had already gotten all the pictures they needed.

•••

Headlines appear from everywhere since the scene Louis caused yesterday. A picture of him wiping his red brimmed eyes slaps the front cover of almost every newspaper and magazine known to man. And who can't forget about the internet.

And Harry just happens to be on Twitter when he notices the hash tag 'WeLoveLouis' trending.

He taps on the hash tag and it redirects him to an insane amount of posts of Louis crying while out in California.

Harry's heart stutters a little. Why was he crying? Did something bad happen? Why did Harry want to do something drastic, like fly over there to see Louis? To see that smile and tell him that everything is okay and that no one will hurt him. Because Harry will be there to protect him.

He pulls out his phone and texts Louis.

But before he could unlock it, a call came in from Zayn.

Harry answers and puts the phone up to his ear. Zayn gave him no chance to even say hello. Just got straight to the point.

"Are you seeing Nick?" He askd, a cold edge to his voice.

"No, wh-" Harry speaks, not finishing because Zayn was already interrupting him.

"So why is he sending you letters," He questions.

"He, um... he wants to get back together," Harry whispers, looking down at his hands. He feels like he sounds like a complete idiot and that he's just trying to play Louis. But it was nowhere near that.

"And do you?"

"I- I don't know," He runs a hand through his locks. He sure as hell does know. He chooses Louis. It will always be Louis.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Zayn interferes, sounding unsatisfied with that answer.

"It means anyone with a great set of writing skills can sweep someone off their feet," Harry grits his teeth after answering. He's not going to tell him he's in love with Louis because he knows Zayn and Zayn will be one to spoil everything. He's best friends with Louis for Christ's sake.

"So what makes you think you can't?" Zayn said.

"What makes it okay for you to try to sweep someone off their feet while someone is sweeping you off your own. Does that even sound remotely okay?" Zayn speaks, getting upset.

"What are you on about?" Harry furrows his brows. Did Louis tell him about the letters?

"I mean, if I was trying to win someone over and someone else was trying to do the same thing to me, then I'd stick with my first option," he hears on the line.

Harry's eyes widened, a hand coming up towards his temple.

"How in hell would you know about th-," he's cut off once again. Zayn's really working his nerves.

"Why, Harry? Why haven't you answered back saying you don't want those letters from him at all? That'll save a lot of heartbreak that's for sure," Zayn murmurs through the line.

"But that would mean you'd actually have to like this person to not tell them to stop sending letters," Zayn laughs sarcastically.

"Maybe you'll get it right this time," Zayn shakes his head, hanging up the phone.

Harry looked at the phone and hit the home screen as soon as possible, opening up his messages and texting Louis.

To Lou 💕: Love, why were you crying yesterday?

Harry sent it, it was harmless flirting. He hesitaes before he sends another one.

To Lou 💕: and please tell me the truth, it's what I really need right now.

"Oh my god, that's so cute," Alex joins in from out of nowhere.

Harry nearly falls out of his chair at the voice.

"Jesus christ, Alex you nearly made my heart stop," Harry yells, a hand to his heart.

"We all know I'm not the one that makes your heart stop," Alex winks.

"Go away, creep," he laughs, swatting at Alexandra.

Then, Harry's phone vibrates, letting him know he's got a text. And Harry swore his head never turned so fast in his life.

Louis' answer sat there on his phone.