A Little More Love (Larry Mpreg)

Flashback #4

Louis POV (may be triggering)
I sighed and rolled out of bed, this week with recording our new song has really been stressful. Tonight we're performing it at our first concert on this tour, it should be good, but it's the song I write. That's what makes it nerve wrecking because I wrote it and I sing the whole chorus.

The time was getting closer and closer and before I knew it, we were on stage performing in front of 100,000 people. I scammed the whole crowd and saw every single girl screaming out Harry's name. I do get jealous because they appreciate Harry more than both Niall and I.

"Have my babies, Harry!" I heard a girl yell and I looked down. I don't hate the fans, but Harry's mine and I get super jealous at this stuff.

I heard the song start and fans started screaming. I waited in the back corner until my part came on and then I stepped forward.

"Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun. I can't contain this anymore, I'm all yours I've got no control, no control. Powerless and I don't care it's obvious, I just cant get enough of you, the pedals down my eyes are closed, no control."

The crowd seemed pretty amazed but as soon as Harry started to sing, they went bonkers. I truly give up trying to impress the fans. I'm nothing like Harry and I need to get over the fact that I'll never be him, or with him.

After the show was over I went back to my separate dressing room and sat on the cold bathroom floor, sobbing. I pulled out my phone and was about to tweet until one tweet made my day worse.

"Louis did horrible tonight, why is he even in the band anymore? #kicklouisoutoftheband"

I had enough, I tweeted my true feelings out.

"I'm sorry for being a huge disappointment to you guys, you won't have to deal with me any longer, goodbye."

I went into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small razor, I haven't done this in a long time.

I pulled up my sleeve and ran the cold, unused razor across my skin and watched as the blood ran down my arm. I'm finally successful. All I heard next was someone screaming my name. I couldn't make out who it was because I was slowly fading from the amount of blood loss.

The next morning I woke up in a strange place. The hospital? Fuck, I failed. I looked around and saw a mop of curls on my bed side. "Harry?" I called out. His head shot up and he looked super happy. "Louis! I'm glad you're alive," I frowned, "yeah well I'm not happy to be alive." His arms went around me tightly. I felt safe, why did I feel safe all of a sudden? I looked down at my newly bandaged arm and frowned at what I did.

They released me the same day and had Harry move in with me so he could keep watch of me. Great, Suicide watch for the next 2 weeks. I sat on the couch with my head down and I was playing with the bandages. Why did he save me?

This question was running through my head all day. "Louis, are you hungry?" Harry asked. I kept my head down and said nothing. He came over and sat next to me, "what's on your mind, bud?" I shrugged and bit on my lower lip. "Tell me, please, I wanna help you," I looked up and took a deep breath. "Why did you save me?" Harry's eyes glistened, "because I love and care for you," I felt the blush cross my face.

"I love you too," I almost whispered. Harry lifted my chin up with his thumb and index finger. "I love you more," I blushed more, "prove it," I dared and he shrugged, placing his lips softly against mine. I was shocked for a few seconds but quickly kissed back.

After he pulled away I nestled my head in his neck and the tears flowed. "I'm so sorry Harry, for all of this." Harry ran his fingers up and down my back, instantly soothing me. "Shh, Lou, it's okay. But please tell me why you did this." I sighed and pulled out my phone showing Harry the absurd tweet. I felt Harry tense up, but I rubbed his arm and he relaxed a little.

We cuddled the rest of the day and he even replaced my bandages for me, man I love Harry.