I'm Just A Fan (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 19

Louis' POV

It's been 3 weeks since the last time I text Harry. Everyday I add a few new cuts to my body. I've made videos daily but my eyes are always puffy from crying. I see pictures everyday of Harry and Taylor. Harry always seems like he's been crying. My viewers keep asking me whats up on twitter but I just ignore the tweets. I guess that people can tell somethings up, not just from the videos, but because I haven't tweeted as much as usual. I also haven't posted on tumblr as well. But do you wanna know the highlight of my 3 weeks? My highlight of the 3 weeks is when there was Harry on MTV saying how Taylor is the love of his life and the greatest thing that has ever happened to him! Note sarcasim. That made me cry so hard. I decide to log into Twitter, for what seems the first time in, like, ever. On my news feed thhe first thing I see is a tweet from Harry. I sigh and read it.

@Harry_Styles:

I miss you. When your not here by my side. I love you Bear. Never forget that <3 xx

I gasp. At first I thought it was directed at Taylor but when I saw the nickname he put. My nickname. For me. This has confused me even more now. But I thought he loved Taylor. I thought he had been bi sexual and just not told me. I thought he found someone better. I thought...

You call me up. It's like a broken record saying that your heart hurts... my ringtone goes off. I pick it up with out checking the caller ID.

"Hello" my voice horse from crying so much.

"What have I done? fuck I've messed up!"

"Hazza?"

"Boo bear. I'm so sorry. I miss you so much. I need to be with you. I will quit the band if I have to! I love you Boo" he cries down the phone. I want to give in so badly but these walls I've built up the last three weeks will be hard to break down.

"I thought you love Taylor" It wasn't a question.

"Boo I know your not going to believe me but management made me. I love you!"

"Then you better get your arse down here quick!" i say smiling. I think this is the first time I've smiled these past 3 weeks. I hear Harry chuckle. Oh god. That chuckle sends shivers through me. I hear a knock on the door. The phone still close to my ear I go and open it. there I see Harry smiling. I waste no time rushing up to him and pressing my lips against his. The kiss is filled with hunger and it's aggressive. But also compassionate. We walk inside to the kitchen never disconnecting out lips from each other. I can feel the sparks. Cheesy I know but I don't care at this moment. I lift Harry up onto the counter and open his legs. I stand in between his legs and carry on kissing him. I start grinding my upper body on his crotch area. He gasps and I just smirk into the kiss and my tongue enters his mouth. As I'm creating friction Harry's hands are in my hair tugging and pulling at it. Still kissing I unbuckle the belt on his jeans and slowly pull them down to his ankles.

"Too fast?" I ask Harry. He shakes his head gulping. I take that as no. I smirk at him again. I bite the elastic of his boxers and slowly pull them down. Harry groans knowing that I'm teasing him. I see the size of his 'youknowwhat" and I'm actually surprised at the size. It's fairly descent. I start to flick my tongue over his tip. Causing Harry to moan in pleasure. I begin swirling my tongue on his tip now. Teasing him. I then take his length in my mouth and begin doing wonders to him. He grabs a fistful of my hair and makes me go faster and faster.

"Lou. I can't hold on any longer!" Harry moans out. His juices fill my mouth. He tastes so good. Better than any I've had.

I take my mouth away and go and grab a cloth to clean up the mess. I hand a wet cloth to Harry to clean himself up. He does that as I grab his pants for him. He is still panting which makes me laugh out loud. He blushes.

"Let's go to bed" I say to him and I grab his hand and walk into my room. I strip down to my boxers and so does Harry. Me and Harry spoon. Him behind and me in front.

"Lou, where did you get these cuts?" Harry asks me. It takes a minute for me to realise that he could see my cuts because I was shirtless.

"I-I hurt my self playing football"

"Okay. We will talk more about it tomorrow" hard says unconvinced but doesn't press further. I sigh and let sleep over take me.