JEALOUSY HURTS, LOVE TOO - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

LOUIS' POV

"Fuck!" Louis yelled and kicked a few pebbles down the street that were in his way when he walked back into the restaurant where Danielle was waiting for him.

"Have you already payed?" Louis asked her rudely while he sat down opposite her. The paparazzi's were gone so he didn't have to sit next to her and hold her hand.

"You don't have to be so rude all the time," Danielle complained. "It's not my fault that we have to do this and yes – I payed."

"I know but it's just too much for me these days. I had to spend Christmas away from my family and loved ones, I get told who I have to spend most of my time, Harry is furious and refuses to understand that I'm not happy with the situation as it is! It's terrible! Can't we just stop this show and concentrate on our real work again?" Louis said angrily while he was typing something into his phone.

Danielle looked at Louis. "So . . . you want to tell me that you don't like to spent time with me?" she said quietly. "I . . . I thought you liked me well like . . . spending time with me . . . a little bit."

Louis looked up and frowned. "You thought? We're colleagues, nothing more."

"Oh I . . . I thought we were . . ." the girl looked down and bit her lip.

"What Danielle? That we're friends?" Louis' tone was rude and he raised his voice. He knew that and the words just tumbled out of his mouth as it sometimes happened but he didn't feel sorry. Danielle was nice but for Louis, she was only a colleague he had to work with.

She looked shocked and Louis could see a little tear appearing in the inner corner of her eye. She nodded.

"I'm not sure if they told you but . . . I'm not spending time with you because I want to. You are aware of the fact that this whole thing is just a stunt, aren't you?"

Danielle nodded. "I know but . . . I . . . I can't control my feelings, Louis. I like you and I'm enjoying every second of it, maybe more than I've ever . . . "

Louis held his hands up.

"Wait, wait. Are you going to tell me that . . . " Louis asked her horrified, pointing between both of them. Danielle started crying quietly and shook her shoulders. "Oh no Danielle, please no tears. I have a boyfriend!"

"You have what?!" Danielle nearly yelled in surprise with her eyes wide open.

"Did they tell you why we were stunting?" Louis asked her, frowning.

"They said that I could push my career by "dating" you, that's all they told me," Danielle answered

Louis shook his head. "This is insane. No Danielle, I'm gay and that's why they gave me that stunt. We're not friends and Harry's my real boyfriend"

"But that's . . . Harry. . .like Harry Styles?"

Louis nodded but pressed his lips together. "I think now I know why this stunt has always been easier for you than for me."

Danielle didn't answer. She was just staring at the table her hands folded, her lips pressed together too.

"I have to go now," Louis said as he was getting up. "See you vFriday night" he said emotionless and left Danielle behind without looking back.

In the evening, Louis tried to call Harry but he didn't answer. He called his mum instead and she told him that Harry had left but he didn't tell her where he was going. Louis tried to reach Harry during the next few days but Harry didn't respond to his messages nor did he pick up the phone. That's why the older boy made a decision.

It was late in the evening when Louis arrived at Harry's house in LA. He couldn't see if Harry was home or not because the house was surrounded by a huge fence that wouldn't allow people to see in. Louis went up and pushed the doorbell the way he always did but nobody answered. He pushed it again and again but nothing happened. Minutes passed before Louis gave up. He turned around and walked back to his car. Just as he was about to open the driver's door, he heard a scratching sound and turned around.

The small door next to the metal gate was opened slowly and Harry appeared.

"Hey," Louis said quietly. "I thought you weren't home."

"Hey," Harry answered while he was pushing his hair back.

Louis closed the door of his car, locked it and walked towards his boyfriend. He pointed at the door. "Can I . . . come in?"

Harry pressed his lips together, wiped his left eye and nodded. He opened the door a bit more and let Louis pass. There was a certain tension between them when they walked up the driveway to the house.

"How did you know that I was here?" Harry asked as they entered the house through the front door.

"I know that you come here when everything gets too much for you," he answered and took off his shoes.