May I Please Have My Heart Back? ❤Larry Stylinson❤ *INDEFINITE HOLD*

Chapter 11 ❤ Hold Me When I Cry

            My knees nearly give in as I fall onto the doorframe. The stream of tears fall to the ground, creating perfect circles of dampness on collision with the ground. I look back up to them, still in their passionate moment that, just seconds ago, ruined my dreams of ever being with Harry. My voice box squeals as I struggle to speak, "Harry. Zayn."

            Harry is too caught up in the moment to acknowledge my voice as reality, but Zayn hears me and, almost instantly, pushes Harry off of him. He looks taken off guard at first, but soon follows a devious grin, "So we're getting rough now, are we Zayn?"

            He ignores Harry's statement, turning his head back to me, "Louis… um… it's, well… it's not what it…"

            He trails off and Harry spins around to face me, realizing my presence in the room, "Louis! When did you… how long have you been there?"

            Tears continue to stream down my face, as I turn to walk away. I hear the sound of feet stomping onto the ground, as Harry's voice trails behind me, "Louis, I'm sorry! We were just… curious!"

            I wipe a droplet of water from my swollen eyes, "Whatever, Harry."

            "Why are you so upset?"

            I stop dead in my tracks. Is he still too blind to see my love for him? Am I really that good at hiding it, or is he just a complete and utter moron? I slowly turn to face him, "It's none of your business, now is it?"

            He narrows his green eyes, speaking slowly, "Your ashamed of us. You think gays are disgusting don't you?"

            Is he absurd? I've been dying to kiss him for months, having two close encounters to one, and he thinks I'm ashamed of him being gay? I spin around, using every ounce of self-control in my body, "I don't need this right now."

            He chuckles bitterly, "You are ashamed! I can't believe you. I thought you were my friend. I thought you would accept me for who I am. Then you walk in on me and Zayn kissing, and immediately you want nothing to do with us! You're one wicked  human, Louis Tomlinson! I can't believe you'd…"

            He's cut off by the sound of my hand crashing into his cheek. He stumbles backwards, taken by surprise at my actions. Quite honestly, I'm taken off guard by my own actions. But it doesn't stop there, my rage forms into words. The most brutal, yet truthful words to ever leave my mouth, "I love you, Harry Styles."

            The suddenly musty air grows still. Harry's eyes well up just as mine had done long ago. He begins to speak, "Oh… I… I didn't know Louis. I… I'm so…"

            "Don't bother apologizing to me, Harry. You're one stupid man, and I see that now. That night back at the hotel in New York, when I told you that story, I didn't want that to end. The night after that, in the pool at the same hotel, I wanted you to kiss me. When you fell at the beach and cut your leg, my sorrow was genuine and truthful, my heart was aching for you. And last night…" floods of tears overwhelm both of our eyes, but I continue to talk, "You just don't understand, Harry. I've loved you all this time. Yet you've been too damn dense to understand that."