Larry One Shots

Little Love

No one notices. Which is strange, because usually when the loudest person is gone, the quiet people are left in the silence, and that’s all they notice. The silence. So when Louis has a shift in behavior, you’d think there would be a panic, or an intervention. But no. No one notices, and the fact that no one notices him was part of the problem in the first place.

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It’s like falling asleep, slowly, then all at once. Louis is bubbly, loud, funny, energetic. Bouncing off the walls, running around, acting like a four year old with ADD. He is himself, the way his boyfriend, Harry, loves him. It’s almost over night when he changed. He’s sad. He’s tired. He’s irritated easily and cranky. He feels stressed out and is way too overworked by management.

"You’re going here with Eleanor tomorrow," they’d say.

"Alright," he’d say.

"And here tomorrow, and here the next day, and here the day after that," they’d continue, always pushing the buttons, waiting to see where he would pop.

And that’s fairly overwhelming on it’s own, but when they try to control every aspect of your life, it can get too much.

Harry is part of the problem. He’s a kid, honestly he is. He says whatever he wants without thinking of consequences, and one day, Louis is venting about management. They are about to leave for the second wing of their take me home tour.

"They want me to stop going on twitter so much," Louis sighs.

"That’s fine. Spend more time with me" Harry says light hearted, kissing the side of Louis’ face. Harry is laying on the couch. Louis is secured in his arms, his hands clasped over Louis’ tummy, rubbing circles on Louis’ stomach. His fingers slide under Louis’ white tee shirt. Louis shivers at the cold touch of Harry’s finger tips touching his skin. Harry whispers, "shh" in his ear and continues to rub the skin.

"They also want me to lose weight."

"Why? You’re proper fit."

"They don’t care. Said my stomach has to go."

"Why? I like that your stomach isn’t flat."

Louis tenses at that, because now his mind is racing. Is he really fat? Even Harry thinks his stomach is flabby apparently. Then, Harry is pulling and pinching Louis’ stomach fat, as if to prove his point that no, Louis stomach is not flat at all.

That’s where it all really starts.

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"Do you want to go out to eat with me?" Harry asks one night. They’re in their shared hotel room. It’s a week after Harry’s off hand comment, and Louis hasn’t been eating. He’s eating a few crackers here and there, and some tea with no sugar, but other then that he’s on a strict diet. The ‘eat nothing at all until you’re good enough for your overly fit and beautiful and simply perfect boyfriend’ diet (as he likes to call it).

"I don’t really feel up to that tonight," Louis shrugs, looking down at Harry. Harry is laying horizontal on the bed, his head in Louis’ lap while Louis runs his hand through Harry’s curls.

"Alright love. What do you want to do?"

"Sleep?" Louis suggested.

"Are you tired?"

And yes, he is. Louis has felt extremely tired for the past few days. Dancing around on stage is a lot of cardio when you have no fuel in your system. Louis knows he needs to start eating a little bit more, to prevent the dizziness in his head when he’s singing and running around all night. He’s trying his best to stay the same crazy, fun, Louis Tomlinson.