One Direction BoyxBoy One Shots

Half A Heart {Larry}

LARRY ONE SHOOOOT YAY!

REMINDER: ALL ARE HAPPY ENDINGS I DONT DO SAD ONES!

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*LOUIS' POV*

"Harry styles, womanizer, has been spotted with Taylor swift on New Year's Eve! Could there be a new Roma-" I quickly flick the television off before the stupid reporter could say the words. I hate hearing that my boyfriend is "cheating on me". Well, obviously they don't know we're together and they don't know that the people Harry goes out with are beards. We have an interview now, too. This should be good...

"So Harry," the interviewer who's name I didn't bother catching, starts. "What's this about you and Taylor swift?" She asks pushing her breasts out obviously.

Harry's Green yes find mine and his face creases into a frown.
"Nothing." His eyes don't leave my face as he speaks.

"Oh, well. Can you tell us about any of your past relationships? Caroline flack, maybe?"

"I went to the same party as her. We're friends."

"Oh. Okay," she huffs. "So Harry, are you single?" She asks tracing a finger over his bicep.

Harry moves in his seat to make her hand leave him alone. He grits his teeth and looks at her. I know modest! are behind me so I know he can't do anything but say what he does.

"Yes, I'm single," he glares at the interviewer and avoids my eye contact.

I feel tears prick in my eyes at the mention of our relationship being denied. Despite the amount of times we've had to hide it or cover it up, it still hurts.

"I don't think you will be for much longer," she winks.

Harry's features stiffen and his hands grip the edge of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white.
"Well, I tend to decide most things about my love life, thanks." She stares at him in shock before putting a sickly sweet smile on her face.

"So, you've recently released your third album, midnight memories. What song is your favourite? Louis?"

"Strong," I answer keeping eye contact with Harry. He bites his lip and runs a hand through his hair.

"Half a heart," Harry says. The other boys answer but I don't pay attention.
"Well, nice to meet you boys. Harry, good luck with Taylor. Bye, lads!"

I scowl at her and walk away in silence. The boys follow me and I look over my shoulder to find the interviewer fixing Harry's curls, staying very close to him.

He catches my gaze just as I turn my head and speed out of the building.
I manage to keep my tears at bay until I'm in my hotel room. I run into the bathroom and lock the door. Curling up into a ball I let my tears flow freely down my face, my choked sobs filling the air. My mind runs through all the shit modest has made up about Harry and I to cover up our relationship. Harry. He is forced to be shown as the womaniser and I have to date Eleanor. But why would Harry go through all the trouble of being with me, hiding our relationship, not being aloud to be openly gay, when he can have one of the many girls that fall at his feet, fall in love, have children and have the whole world know about them? That's just it, that's what he wants. He wants a normal relationship. One he's not forced to hide. He wants someone he can kiss in public without being scrutinised for his sexuality. That's what he wants. And what he wants, is not me. I let out a particularly loud sob and a voice comes from behind the door.

"Louis! What's happened? Why are you crying?" Harry shouts. I shake my head and make my sobs silent, moving further away from the door.

"Louis, please. Please just open the door," he begs.

"W-why?" I croak.

"Why what?"

"Why do y-you care?"

"Louis. You're my boyfriend of course I care! Now let me in, Lou." I sob and unlock the door. Harry runs to me and pulls me to his chest.

"Shhh, shhh. It's okay, baby, it's okay. Now what's wrong?" He asks pulling away. I sniffle as he holds my face and wipes my tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Break up with me, Harry."

"Louis! I'd never do that. Why would you think I would ever think of it?"

"You could have any one I-in the world. But you ha- have me. You could do s-so much better."

"No I couldn't, Lou. You know why?" He whispers. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.

"So your friend's been telling me
You've been sleeping with my sweater
And that you can't stop missing me
Bet my friend's been telling you
I'm not doing much better
'Cause I'm missing half of me," he sings, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. He carries on singing and lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"And being here without you is like I'm waking up to,
Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you," he sets me down on our bed and slowly peels off my jumper. He starts singing and keeps undressing me.

"Forget all we said that night
No, it doesn't even matter
'Cause we both got split in two
If you could spare an hour or so,
We'll go for lunch down by the river
We can really talk it through," he stands up and peels his clothes from his body, not losing eye contact with me. He slowly walks over to me and grabs a bottle of lube.

"And being here without you is like I'm waking up to," he sits between my legs and slicks up two fingers. His middle finger nudges into me slowly and he begins to pump it in and out of my hole.

"Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
'Cause I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you," he adds another finger and hits my prostate a few times. He covers his member with lube and lines himself up at my hole. He slides into me slowly,

"Half a heart without you,
I'm half a heart without you," he thrusts his hips gently to meet mine and entwines our fingers next to my head. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and peppers kisses over my skin.

"Though I try to get you out of my head
The truth is I got lost without you
And since then I've been waking up to," he pulls his face back but keeps close to mine, resting his forehead on mine.

"Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you," he places a lingering kiss to my lips and finishes the song.

"Without you, without you, half a heart without you
Without you, without you, I'm half a heart without Lou," he finishes and crashes his lips onto mine. They move in sync as his hand slowly pumps my aching member.

"So close, Harry," I whimper as he hits my prostate repeatedly.

"Let go, baby," he whispers. Ribbons of white coat our stomachs, chests and some reaches Harry's face and hair.

"Lou," he moans as he rocks his hips against mine and explodes inside of me. He slowly stills, coming down from his high and pulls out. He slides under the covers and pulls me under with him. He wraps his arms around my torso and presses our bodies flush together. With one last gentle kiss to my head he whispers in my ear.
"I'm half a heart without you..."

"I love you so much Lou." He said. "You're so fucking perfect. I will never ever leave you. I promise."

"Thank you so much haz." I sniffed. "Your my everything. I wont leave you too. I love you more than anything."

And with that, They fell asleep in each other's arm cuddled up.

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