Torn. (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

-Back to X-Factor-

Harry's POV.

"Excuse me mum, I'll be right back." I excuse myself. I get up from my chair in the waiting room at the X-Factor auditions. My hands are sweating, I've never been this nervous in my life. I walk around searching for a men's restroom. I need to cool down. The air is suffocating. As I find the restroom I quickly barge in and find the sinks. I urgently splash water of my face realizing what is soon to come. I will walk up on that stage with an audience of millions. Staring at me. Judging me. All wondering if I have what it takes. Don't worry I tell myself. I really have no clue. I am soon interrupted by a flattering boy wearing a scarf and some Toms. He walks up to the sink and washes his hands. I go to reach for the paper towels, as does the charming stranger. Our hands accidentally touch. We both stare at each other without saying a complete word. The silence is broken by the boy clearing his throat and grabbing the towel.

"So, uh, are you auditioning?" He asks as he dries off his soaking hands. I then grab my towel and the same.

"Eh, yeah. Are you?" I ask. He throws away his towel and motions me to follow. I do as he wants, throw my towel and follow. I catch up to him who is slightly taller than me.

"Yeah I am. I'm quite nervous. Are you?" He asks as we roam through the halls not going in any specific direction.

"Very." I smirk at him. Fiddling with my hands.

"What's your name lad?" He asks with a pleasant smile.

"Harry- Harry Styles, and you?" He smirks.

"Louis- Louis Tomlinson." He smiles holding out a hand for me. I gently grab his fragile hands and shake it. It comes a moment when we don't say anything just stare into each other's eyes.

"Well, Harry. This is my floor. Good luck." He interrupts the adoring stare.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks, good luck to you too Louis." I smile watching him turn away with a grim smile on his face.

-Reality-

Louis POV.

"Harry! Harry!" I snap my fingers in his face. He's zoned out. But I'm used to it, he does it frequently. He finally shifts back into reality with one of my teasing neck kisses.

"Lou-" He pauses. Wondering what is going on.

"Boo, management is making me go to Amsterdam today." I frown. The shimmer in Harry's glowing eyes slowly fades away.

"Well, then I'm going." He defends.

"No Harry, you can't. You know they won't let us.." I gloom. He grabs my torso beside him on the couch cradling me tight.

"It's not fair." He pouts. Grabbing me closer.

"I know, I know. Its ok though, we'll be free. Someday.." I acknowledge. Its really depressing how we can't even be in the same city.

"Do you love her?" He asks looking up at me with his warm green eyes.

"Who?" I ask curiously.

"Eleanor." He states. I grab his face and pull him closer staring into his eyes.

"Harry, I will never EVER love her. She is fake. We are real. You, are my one and only love. Forever. And no management can change that." I remind him. His smile grows wider and he pulls me close into a tight kiss. Our lips instantly mold together and lock. His tongue explores my mouth and mine fights for dominance. Which I always get. We both then unlock and grasp for air. In the intensity of it Niall walks in.