Mistakes [Larry Stylinson]

The German version of this one shot has recently reached 1.000 reads, which was a sign for me to translate this into English. I hope you enjoy! Please excuse my terrible grammar. Please tell me if you find any errors, thanks! :)

PS: I am terribly sorry for the cliché ending. It won't happen again. 

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Damn. I knew it had been a mistake. I had known it. I should've stayed with him, I should've celebrated with him. But what did I do instead? I had been with Taylor, and I had celebrated Christmas with her. Yes, with her. Not with Louis, not with my best friends. No, with her, my girlfriend.

What was he supposed to think of me now? I had done nothing and I hadn't been with him. I hadn't even called him, because I had been so busy with Taylor. And no, not like that! At the airport in New York I had been in a good mood, most of all because I now had cleared a big issue, but during the flight my mood had been dropping constantly. And I hadn't even be able to sleep! Yes, I, Harry Styles, the one who was always the first one to be asleep when we were on a long flight or drive.

Slowly I stepped down the stairs in the airport hall. As I went to the exit, a few paps photographed me, but I didn't mind at that stage. Sure, as soon as I had to read all the lies in the papers I'd be annoyed, but right now I just wanted to get away from everything.

Luckily, Paul waited outside the doors for me, who had agreed to drive me back to my and Louis' apartment, even though he was on his christmas break.

Silently, I threw my luggage into the trunk and sat down on the passenger seat next to Paul. During the drive neither he or I started a conversation, so it was silent. As he stopped in front of my apartment, I mumbled a quick “Thank you” and went to grab my luggage. I hastily got to the door and opened it. I throw a quick glance at my watch. 10:49pm. I was curious what would greet me inside.

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I opened my eyes, but closed them instantly, as I was blinded with the bright light of the sun. What time was it? How long had I been asleep for? I looked at my clock. 3:47pm.

Groaning, I got back under the covers and tried to fall back asleep. The day was almost over, there was no need for me to get up now. But then a thought occurred my mind. Maybe...?

I got up and ran through the open bedroom door into the living room, where the aftermath of the party were still present. I could see empty beer bottles, popcorn, wine, and I even spotted a bottle of vodka. I didn't know how that thing got here. Nothing. I ran into the kitchen. Still nothing. “Hazza?”

I didn't give up. Maybe he was in the shower. I walked to the bathroom. “Harry?” Nothing, absolutely nothing. I ran through the whole apartment until I had looked in every room and came to the result that Harry wasn't here.

Sobbing, I fell onto the couch. He had promised it. He had promised me he'd come. I let my tears fall. How could he?

But something in my heart, a small bit of hope, made me stay on the couch and wait. For Harry.

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I stepped into the flat and was instantly greeted with the burning smell of alcohol. It seemed like someone had been having a big party. Yes, someone did, Harry, and you know what? You should've been here, celebrating with Louis, should have been having fun with him, told me my inner voice that I really hated sometimes. Like now.

I closed the door, put my keys away and got out of my jacket and shoes. I then stepped into the living room, where I almost got a shock. On the couch, in the middle of beer bottles and other alcoholic drinks, lay Louis. My best friend. My Louis. He lay there so lost on that couch that it almost broke my heart. How could I do that to him? I stepped closer to him and crouched down next to him. Now that I was closer, I could clearly see that he had been crying. His cheeks were still red and his shirt had dark spots.

Slowly, I stroke over his cheek. He winced and opened his eyes. He stared dreamingly at me for a moment before he seemed to realize who was in front of him, because he almost fell from the couch. I caught him just in time and he got up hastily and wiped through his face with one of his hands-

“H-Harry? What are you doing here?” he asked with a broken voice.

“Err, I live here?” I answered. “No; I mean, what are you doing here, why aren't you with Taylor and celebrate Christmas and continuing to forget about me?”

Ouch, that hurt. “Louis, no, I didn't forget you, I wouldn't do such a thing!” I shouted. “Really? And what was that yesterday? I only expected you to call me to gratulate me, or that you send a short tweet. Do you know how long that takes? TWO MINUTES. Two fucking minutes that I apparently wasn't worth-” “Stop right there! I didn't forget you, it's just... Taylor-”

“Oh yeah, you had to do more important things with Taylor, didn't you? Did you even notice that she told Niall he was an ugly pig? Did you notice that Niall cried for hours because of that and it took us hours to get him out of that damn toilet?! DID YOU EVEN NOTICE THAT?!”

I was slowly getting angrier. “Yes of course I noticed that, do you think I'm blind? I just didn't have time to talk about that with Taylor because-”

“Well what was so important that you couldn't talk to her? I can think of something, you know? I think-”

He didn't get to continue because I grabbed him and pressed his lips to mine. Louis froze in my arms. After a few seconds I parted us, but kept bis head in my hands.

“Louis, how could you ever mean nothing to me? I could never forget you. You mean too much to me. I didn't have time for you because I had to talk to Taylor and you know what, Louis? We broke up, because I made it clear to her that it wasn't okay of her to talk about Niall like that and that she didn't want us to spend too much time together, because of Larry Stylinson and all. And I just want you to know: I love you, Louis William Tomlinson. I love you and you mean everything to me. I can't live without you and I finally realized it.”

Louis just looked at me silently. Then he started to cry. “Louis, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong or-” “No Harry.” he sobbed and looked me into my eyes. “What you said was just right. I wanted to hear it from your mouth for months and now you finally said it and I'm the luckiest person on earth! And Harry?” “Yes, love?” I said.

  

“I love you, too.”