Denial

Chapter 2: Let's Live

In the kitchen, I see the kettle.  Eh, what the hell, I'll have some. Tea always helps me calm down. I grab a packet of chamomile and dump it in with boiling water.

As the tea steeps, I decide to look up One Direction fanfiction.

There's a lot of stuff called 'Larry Stylinson', which I assume is mine and Louis' ship name.

I click on one and start reading. It's called Wanted Most and Louis' a criminal and I'm an FBI agent.

It's a really good story, but after a bit it gets kind of disturbing. Some of these fans have very dirty minds. It's very well written, but I'm a bit uncomfortable with reading things like this about me.

The kettle whistles, and I pour some tea into a mug. I curl up on the couch with my tea and my phone and keep reading. I really love it, it's sweet and funny and sad all at the same time. I eventually finish the most recent update, and I put my phone down.

I walk upstairs and go into Louis' room. He's sleeping in my room, so I'll just crash here tonight.

As I drift off to sleep, I think about the kiss. Did he really force it onto me?

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I blink awake in the morning and stretch.  I slip out of bed and walk downstairs to get some breakfast.

I grab a Pop Tart out of the pantry and grab my phone.

I open twitter and start scrolling through my mentions.

The first things that show up are hate mail. I'm mostly used to it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. After a bit of scrolling, I come across a picture.

My breath catches in my throat. It's me carrying Louis to the car from last night. It's not the best quality, but it's obviously us.

It's captioned, 'Larry Stylinson is real?'. Shit. I can't do this. We're not dating, Louis was passed out!

I send out a new tweet:

Sorry to disappoint you guys, but Larry Stylinson isn't real. Louis just passed out at the club from a few too many beers.

It's instantly retweeted, and I get a lot of mentions.

Live-while-we-young:

@Harry_Styles We know the truth between you guys

MarymeHary:

@Harry_Styles I know you two are dating

KissYou:

@Harry _Styles Don't lie, bad boy.

Then the last one:

Louis_Tomlinson:

@Harry _Styles at least they didn't see our kiss.

Louis, you idiot! Now we'll never be left alone. It wasn't even a real kiss, he was drunk and he forced himself on to me!

I drop my phone and run up the stairs. "Louis?" I shout.

I run into my room and there he is, tweeting away on his phone. "Hey, Harry."

"You idiot! Do you realize what you've done? Now the whole world knows you kissed me, but I didn't even want you to! Paul is going to kill us, and we're going to lose fans and we'll have even less privacy!"

"I wanted everyone to know that I love you. Because I do."

"Lou, there's no way I can say this without hurting your feelings, but I don't feel the same way."

His blue eyes look up at me, brimming with tears. "Harry, I've known I've loved you since we met in the bathroom at the X-Factor. Your green eyes captivated me, and I was speechless. I couldn't even stutter a 'hi' back. Your curls were perfectly swept out of your face, and your dimples complimented your perfect teeth. I'd be lying if I said you weren't gorgeous."

"Louis, I'm sorry, but you're not being fair. I've always seen you as a best friend,  but nothing more. I don't see how I could."

He turns away from me, and pulls the covers over his head. "If you didn't love me, why did you kiss back?"

I don't have an answer to that. Zayn walks in, looking worried.

"Um, Harry? Have you checked twitter?" he asks.

"Yeah. Not good, is it?" I say tiredly.

"Did it really happen?" Zayn questions.

"Yes." Louis pipes in. "I was drunk off my ass last night, and Harry carried me to the car. Then I kissed him. And he ran away after that."

Zayn looks at me disapprovingly. "He loves you, can't you see that?"

"I do see that. But I don't see him as anything more than a friend."

I hear quiet sobs coming from under the covers.

Liam walks in with his phone in his hand, evidently about to ask me about twitter,  but stops when he hears Louis. He sits on the bed next to Louis, and starts talking to him softly.

Zayn motions for me to follow him, and we stop in the kitchen.

"Tell me everything."

I take a deep breath and start talking.

(A/N: Sorry this took so long to write! I kept procrastinating it... Anyways, enjoy! If you're reading this, vote! Oh, and comment what you want to happen next.)