Larry Stylinson One Shots | {Song Titles} ❀

2. [I] Gotta Be You

Summary: AU where Harry and Louis break up, and Louis tries to win him back

Warnings: Cheating (misinterpretation of it), mentions of underage sex

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Anne Twist, Eleanor Calder

Relationships: Harry / Louis

Word Count: 10K

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The world seemed to stop.

Harry stood frozen in his place, eyes trained on Louis from across the room. The music echoed throughout the whole house, but Harry had gone deaf. He couldn't feel his heart beating. His feet felt glued to the floor. His lungs nearly sucked dry from air. Harry had officially gone numb.

Even the people around his body seemed to blur together, just objects flying past the corners of his eyes. The drink in his hand dropped since he had no feeling whatsoever with what he was doing, splashing everywhere and getting straight on to his fresh Converses Louis had bought him for his birthday.

Harry couldnt unshake the image that was formulating in his head from what he was seeing right in front of his naked eye. He felt this sudden weight crashing down on his shoulders, the life being sucked out of his body. His bottom lip trembling. Hands shaking. An empty gasp making its way out his mouth.

His heart merely stopped. Just the slow steady beat that echoed throughout his head to remind him that he was still - in fact - alive. And not only that, but to remind him that the beating heart he heard at the moment, was the same heart that Louis had just drove a knife through.

He tried to grasp for air or formulate any words to come out, but his throat lodged a giant lump that prevented him to do much other than hyperventilate for air. It was almost like he was choking on his own words, swallowing his dry spit to prevent the bile from rising up instead of his actual voice.

He just really couldn't believe what he saw. What he saw Louis doing. There are many moments in Harry's life that he loves to cherish and take mental pictures of to store in his memory. The first happened to be when his mom bought him his first phone. He remembered how responsible and grown up he felt in the moment, soon breaking down and crying but reassuring his mother that he was in fact an adult. He was only ten.

Or when he received his first grade report with all As. This earned him a new play station he had been begging and a fancy dinner. His grades were posted on the fridge for months with his mom's proud smile looking back at him every day.

Then there was the moment when Louis first pressed his lips against Harry's, like he was fragile. Made of glass. Harry never believed in those fairytale romance novels that talked about feeling eletricfied and sparks whenever having your first kiss. But that's exactly how Harry felt.

He felt breathless when Louis and him connected their lips together for the first time. Louis held him so gently in his hands, pulling him close to his chest so that Harry wouldn't float away. It was the simplest of kisses, not leading anywhere other than to the declaration that they were officially boyfriends. Harry knew in that moment it was the best kiss in his life, and any other kiss he would have would be compared to that one moment he cherished forever.

But now was the time Harry wished he could just erase everything he ever saw in life. He knew his photographic memory would one day come back to haunt him, and tonight proved just that. Because he wished out of all the things he witness in his life that he didn't have to see what he did.