[On Hold!] Swift and Painless (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 21: The Waiting Game

Louis’s POV

I wasn’t sure how long Harry and I sat curled up on that couch, tears running down our faces as we held tightly onto each other. I could still hear Bitch Swift’s words echoing in my ears.

“Everyone out there that believes in Harry and Louis’s relationship, whatever it’s called, uuh.. Larry Stylinson? It’s true… I became a victim…”

She acted like we were attacking her. Like this was all done just to hurt her.

It wasn’t our fault this was how everything worked out.

It wasn’t our fault that we found love and it just happened to be with each other.

It wasn’t our fault, and it wasn’t a crime, but now we were going to get torn apart and this is her fault.

One fucking interview and it was all crumbling around us.

“L-Lou…” I heard Harry croak from next to me. I turned my head and sniffled, wiping at my eyes. Harry was looking at me, eyes red and shining with tears and cheeks flushed. I bit my lip and moved my hand to grab his, entwining our fingers together and giving it a squeeze.

“What’s gonna happen now, B-Boo?” Harry asked me slowly, voice even husky from emotion.

“Well…” I started, wincing at how disgusting my voice sounded. “I’m thinking that this is about the time where everything blows up in our face.”

Harry’s eyes shut again and his nostrils flared as he exhaled quick and rough.

“I don’t want it to blow up though.” He managed. “Things were going well. I felt happy again. I had you.”

“You still have me.” I told him gently. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you love.”

“But it’s going to change everything else.” The teen cried desperately. It was times like this when I really remembered how young Harry was. He only just turned nineteen, not even twenty yet. He was still a boy, still had so much living to do. I may have only been two years older, but it was my job to protect Harry. He was my boyfriend, the one I loved, and he needed to be safe. And in the world we lived in it was easy to forget that he was fragile and so many things were out to harm him.

And he just really looked vulnerable right now, and I hated it.

“We’ll be alright Haz.” I said, sitting up a bit and pulling him into me so he was half in my lap. I knew Harry most likely figured that I was just saying this to comfort him. That I knew that there was a lot that most likely wouldn’t be alright at this point, but someone had to offer assurance. I had to push my fears back just to be strong for Harry.

“I’m sorry Lou.” I heard my boy mutter a minute or so later.

“For what?” I hummed, running my hand through his hair soothingly as I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning.

“For bringing her into our lives. For being stupid enough to think that she’d be of any help to me. God I’m so stupid. I never really even liked her all that much and now this is happening and it’s all my fault and just... fuck!” he cursed, hand slamming into the couch cushion beside him furiously.

“Shh Hazza, this isn’t your fault. We weren’t even really on speaking terms when you were involved with her. There was no foreseeing something like this.” I sighed. It was the truth. Our lives had been a hectic mess since Taylor Swift came into the equation.

“Maybe I should’ve just done what management told me to do. Just got back together with her… fake dated her so she wouldn’t have opened her big trap.” Harry continued on rambling.