Until Death {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter Six.

*Louis' POV*

"How could you do that to Harry?" Niall screamed at me.

"What?" I sounded dumb.

"You know exactly what, don't play stupid with me, Louis."

"Well you seem to know all about it, so explain?" I said calmly.

"You and that girl. Eleanor or something? Harry came to Liams' this morning in tears!"

"What do you expect me to do about that?"

"Harry needs you, Lou."

"And I need him too, I just can't have him."

"What are you on about?"

"I love him, but we can't be together."

"Why not, Lou? You and Harry were happy."

It's true, we were extremely happy together, but that's when no one knew about our relationship. No one wants to idolise a gay band.

"I love Eleanor." I argued.

"No you don't, you love Harry."

"Don't tell me who to love!" I shouted. "Get out!"

"Alright mate, but you know I'm right."

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I don't even know if Niall's right. I know I love Eleanor, but I can't just stop loving Harry?

Do I love him like a husband should? Was I just trying to take the easy way out, with El?

Ugh! I don't know anymore. All I know is I can't be with Harry. Which means I can't see or hear him.

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I need to talk to Harry.

"Harry, can you come home now? I um need to talk to you?" I spoke into the phone.

"Why Louis? You said enough last night, or should I say it's what you didn't say."

"Harry please. Come home."

"Fine. I'll see you in 5."

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So nervous. What do I do? What do I say?

Should I do it now?

I'm so scared.

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*Harrys POV*

Wonder what Louis wants to talk about all of a sudden? Last night he couldn't even say he loved me.

I edged closer the door and walked in without knocking.

"Honey, I'm home." I mocked.

"In here, Harry." I followed his voice to the kitchen. He was standing there, chopping vegetables. He can't even cook, the fool.

"What did you want?" I asked.

He spun around, still holding the knife. "Can you put that down? It's making me uncomfortable."

"Why? 'Cause I might do this?" He lunged at me with the knife, only stopping centimetres from my heart.

"Yes, now why am I here?"

"The thing is, I do love you Harry, it's just we can't be together."

"What d-"

Louis cut me off, "And the only way out of this is to..." He held up the knife, making it shine as the sun caught it. With one swift movement the knife came down.