Only Half True

Part 14- Larry Stylinson

"Larry Stylinson" I read, scanning the story on the new One Direction blog. I bit my lip, as I saw my brother and Louis sitting together. I sighed in disbelief, just as Harry walked in, "Everything OK, Sky?" He looked over my shoulder, and repeated my sigh. "I'm sorry, Haz..." I said, looking at him, "I didn't think that..." Harry shook his head, "It's fine. If this is what it takes, so be it. I just wanted to say dinner’s ready.”
“I’ll be down in a bit.” I said, as I continued to read the caption; “Louis and Harry getting rather close. Are they secretly together? Read below…”
Even though I knew the answer, I obeyed and looked at the dozens of pictures of Harry and Louis and read the text itself;
“Well, let’s look at the beginning. Even in the X-Factor days, we knew there was something different between Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. I mean, why else would they be so cuddly?”
Because they’re best friends! I mentally screamed; And I thought Louis’ girls were unsettling.

I finished reading as much as the blog as I could and then picked up my phone. Texts weren’t going to cut it; I needed to call my boyfriend.
One Ring…
Two Rin-
“Hello?” Louis voice rang through the phone. “Hello, Romeo…” I said, “We need to talk…” “Oh no… What did I do?” he asked, partly kidding, partly serious. “Nothing…” I replied, “But can you come over? I know you’re far away, but the three of us need to talk about something.” “Three?” he asked, “What does you’re brother have to do with this?”
I knew he was leaving out any names, just incase someone heard him.
“Everything.” I replied, “Please… Whenever you can…”

The next day, Louis was on my doorstep. “What’s up?” he asked, as he followed me into the living room. Harry, who had come over earlier that day, looked up for my laptop at Louis. “Harry, what is going on?” he asked, and Harry just sighed.
Thanks a lot, Harry. I thought, sarcastically.
Neither of us wanted to talk about this. Louis, on the other hand, looked at us nervously, “Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head and sat next to Harry. Louis sat beside me, “Then, why are we all here?” I gave Louis my laptop, the blog on the screen. His eyes scanned the screen “Oh no…” I sighed, rather shakily, “This is my fault, isn’t it?” Both the boys looked at me shocked. “Your fault?” Harry asked, “Why would it be your fault?” “I don’t know.” I cried, “It has to be though. No one questioned your guys’ friendship before I was involved.”
I wanted to tear out of the room, but Louis' arm wrapped around my waist making me never want to leave. “Oh, Sky…” he cooed, pulling me onto his lap, “It’s not you…If it was anyone, it was me. I asked to start dating you; I kept coming here. I fell in love with you…” His voice was now just as shaky as mine.

Finally, Harry spoke up, “It’s no one’s fault. I read the entire blog; fans have been wondering about our friendship since the X-factor. I don’t know how they know I own this house, but they do. We always leave together so they started to watch us more carefully. Then, on New Years Eve, I patted your back and we made eye contact a lot during They Don’t Know About Us. The fans were just guessing with what they knew.”

The room grew silent, until Louis said, “Hey, what’s that?” I looked at where he was pointing, “Oh, that’s my sketch book. Want to see my old drawings?” “Sure.” he said, thankful we had something else to talk about than “Larry Stylinson.”
I got up, and brought back my book. I went to the beginning, and showed him sketch of a Kitten, “I did this in Middle School.” “How cow! Sky, this is amazing!” Louis said, and I blushed, “I thought I could top it…” I flipped the page, “And in 8th grade, I did.”
As Louis, and Harry occasionally, shouted compliments at me, I showed them all my sketches. The last one I showed was a kissing couple, but all you could see was their bodies, “This was the last one I drew before realizing that I was never going to be an artist, or leave this house for that matter.” “Who is the boy?” Louis asked assuming the girl with curls down her back was me. I shrugged, “It wasn’t really anyone. I drew this because… I felt like I would never find love.” I looked up at Louis and smiled, “Until now.” He smiled, and filled a gap between our lips. It was perfect until…
“Louis, stop kissing my sister.”
Louis pulled away, but we both had smiles on our faces. We didn’t regret a thing.

At the end of the day, Harry and Louis went home; Harry through the back, and Louis through the front. “What are we gonna do about ‘Larry’?” I asked Louis as he put his boots on. “Don’t worry. I have a plan.” he said. “I’m not…” I semi-lied. I wasn’t worried about Us. I was worried about Louis and Harry’s careers. I didn’t want they to lose their jobs because of what the fans said.
“Relax…” Louis said, almost reading my mind, “Everything will be fine.” I smiled, “I know…” I took his beanie off his head, and ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him passionately.
Louis pulled away, before he became to over-whelmed. “Wow…” he breathed out, and I smiled, “I love you so much.  See you in a few weeks.” “Talk to you sooner than that.” he said, buttoning his coat, “Good bye, Juliet.” “Good bye, Romeo.” I said, before placing one more quick kiss on his lips. Louis walked out with the biggest smile on his face. A smile I caused. I make Louis Tomlinson smile. I smiled twice as wide and went upstairs, ready to get some sleep.

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The drawing of Skylar and the boy is on the right