Twisted - (A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

Louis p.o.v.

I read the tweet over one more time before pressing "send." It reads, "@skyleridk how's this Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard, I'm happy why can't you accept that."

I set my phone down beside me with a sigh.

There have been rumors that Harry and I are dating going on for years now, which is ridiculous.

I have a girlfriend, Eleanor. Harry and I, being the closest out of the five boys, chose to move in together. After that, the rumors of us being together have been everywhere. It's actually quite annoying.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and with-in a matter of seconds, Harry sits down on the couch beside me. "People still think we are together." I say, rolling my eyes.

"That's ridiculous. Can't two people be best friends without being called gay?" He asks, with anger in his voice.

His green eyes turn over and lock with mine. "Apparently not," I sigh, standing up and pouring myself some cereal. "You want some?" I ask Harry, pointing to the cereal. "No, thank you," he says standing up. "Not very hungry."

Harry's p.o.v.

I stand up from the couch and walk back upstairs to take a shower. Once I get into the bathroom, I turn on the water and strip off my clothes.

When the water turns hot, I step into the shower. That's when the first tear falls.

I love Louis. I've loved him from the very first day.

His beautiful blue eyes, his laugh, his smile, the way his hair sticks up all over when he first wakes up in the morning.

I've always been scared to admit it, to tell him, and I'm sure not going to any time soon after seeing how angry he gets with all the rumors of us being together.

Louis, the love of my life, hates the very thought of us being together.

The worst part is, I'm forced to act like I hate it, too. Every time he talks bad about it, I have to agree with him, if I don't I'm sure he'd catch on eventually.

Anyways, he has a girlfriend. I sigh to myself, my tears mixing with the water splashing down on me.

When I turn off the water, I step out and dry off, pulling my clothes on. I make my way to the kitchen to talk to Louis, but he isn't there.

I see a white piece of paper on the table, and slowly walk over to it. Taking it in my shaking hands, I read it in a whisper to myself.

"Harry,

Went out to lunch with Eleanor. See ya later!

Louis"

I feel my stomach twist with jealousy and anger.

I rip the note apart and slam it in the trash can, kicking it over. I throw myself onto the couch with my head in my hands.

I guess I fall asleep because I wake up to the sound of the front door opening and closing.

I open my eyes slowly, and then sit up straight when I see Louis, standing in front of me.

"Hey sleepy head," he laughs, messing with my curls. I stick my tongue out at him, fix my hair, and stand up, his beautiful laugh still echoing in my head.