Letters To Lou | Larry

7. Harry

December 7th

"Louis," Caleb giggles from his position on the park swing.

Everytime Louis swings him forward, he turns around only for Louis to catch him laugh gleefully. Nothing brightens his day like Caleb does.

Well, except for one Harry Styles, who he decided to confess his feelings to a day ago.

There is nothing more fulfilling than telling Harry how he feels and then waking up to cute text messages from him.

It's like he was a teenager again, waiting for his crush to text back. Only this time, he knows how his crush feels.

•••

Hazza 💖: good morning, love.

Lou 💕: morning, babe 😊

Harry's heart could have disintegrated on the spot, but then that wouldn't be good for him... or Louis. This is probably the happiest he's been in a while and he isn't letting anything get in the way of it.

Lou 💕: I'm sorry. Was that a bit too forward?

Harry laughs, because at this point, he can call him baby doll and Harry won't mind.

Hazza 💖: Not at all. I like it when you call me that.

Harry sends the risky text and puts his phone down because he just needs to relax. His heart beat is steadying by the second and his palms are no longer sweating. So it's a start.

•••

"Harriet," Alex smiles, walking into his room. She leans against the door frame and crosses her arms, smiling at Harry.

"Why are you looking at me like that," Harry scrunches his eyebrows, getting a little nervous.

"You ready?" She asks, referring to their dinner with their mom.

"Yeah, let's go," he smiles, getting up from his bed to put on his boots.

As they head down the stairs, the doorbell rings.

Alex looks at him confusedly before walking to the door to open it.

Harry hears a familiar voice from the other side, way too familiar.

It's only when Alexandra widens it, that the face pairs up with the voice.

And there stood, a stunning Nick Grimshaw.

Harry's throat bobbed, his palms shaking a little. He isn't nervous, he's surprised. And mad. More surprised though.

"Harry," he smiles, acts as if they are lifelong friends who are just being reunited.

"What are you doing here," he squeaks out, his heart pumps in odd beats.

"You haven't been answering or even acknowledging the fact that I'm sending you letters," Nick huffs out laughter. It sounds more forced than anything.

Then Harry realizes one difference between all of this.

Harry was expecting something from Louis, but he didn't bother him at all, he didn't text him first and he didn't pressure him into anything. And he sure as hell didn't catch a plane to Louis' home just to thrust the decision in his face. No, Harry didn't do any of that. And that shows him who he is more worhy of. And it's definitely not Nick.

"Well," Harry looks down at his black jeans. He flickes a piece of lint off before he raises his head again.

"Can we talk about this outside," Harry flinches, scratches the back of his neck. He knows he doesn't want Nick. He wants Louis, he has Louis. But Harry's a decent human being. He's not going to tell Nick to fuck off and get out of his happy life. He's much nicer than that. Well, not really.

"Yes, please," Nick forces a smile.

They walk out to the sidewalk, side by side as Harry begins speaking.

"I know you think you're doing me a favor," Harry speaks, sounds honestly pitiful.

"Of course I am," Nick interjects. And honestly, when did he become such an asshole.

"C'mon Har, you can't tell me you don't feel what we've got going on here?" Nick laughs.

Harry can tell him. He can shout it from the highest mountain that he's just not interested in Nick.

"Nick, look," Harry laughs, completely amused by how delusional Nick is.

"You're an amazing person. Well, actually you know what, you're not," Harry stops, remembers the little flashbacks. A man on his bed.

"No, I don't feel whatever it is that we've 'got going on'," he mocks. A man who he didn't recognize in his bed.

"You know what I feel?" Harry stopped in his tracks, turning his body to Nick's own.

Nick's face is now in shock. Harry's is passive.

"I feel the hurt from that day you decided to cheat on me," He nudged his chest.

"I feel the pain when it was in my own home,"

"In my own fucking bedroom," he sneers.

"I felt it for 5 months," he counts off with his fingers.

"While you were out, God knows where probably banging that person's brains out," Harry yells.

"So don't come knocking on my door," Harry lists off.

"Don't come sending me stupid love letters that don't make sense, that you probably got off from some website," Harry adds.

"And don't come into my life, pressuring me as to how I should feel about you, someone who cheated on me," and then Harry starts laughing.

Nick has no words right now. He's frozen and can't find anything to say. Letting Harry drag him through the dirt.

"You think I don't know why you have been sending me those letters?" The curly haired man asks.

"It's been all over the news, love. But just because he left you doesn't mean I'll take you back," Harry smiles.

"I'm not stupid," He murmured.

"But you are," Harry continues.

"For flying all the way over here to try to swoon someone who doesn't even remotely want you," Harry grins, a brightness added to his attitude.

"So I suggest, you get back on that plane, and take your desperate ass back from wherever the hell you came from," Harry finishes off and walks back to his home.

The paps have been there since the beginning of the conversation, getting ready to take those pictures, edit them and get a new love romance drama going.

A/N: DRAMA DRAMA MUCHACHOS 🌞🌞 thx for reading.