Fix You (Larry Stylinson)

Okay, this is my first fanfic for Larry Stylinson. I hope you all enjoy and please, please review! It would literally mean the world. Thanks... ENJOY!

Louis’ POV

Tonight was the last straw. When I saw my Hazza bear scan Niall’s body like he was a piece of meat… That wasn’t even the worst bit, when he jokingly pulled the collar of Niall’s shirt and their lips were pressed together…I just lost it… We used to do that. We were Larry Stylinson! I didn’t even know why I was reacting this way. I mean, I knew I had feelings for Harry. I had known that for a while. But I had come to terms with pushing my feelings aside for so long, so that our friendship/bromance would not be ruined.

However, Harry had never kissed another boy in front of me.

On stage.

Leaving me to have to pretend it didn’t affect me.

Of course I didn’t deal well. I sang, I did my bit, but I wasn’t as lively as usual. That wasn’t fair on the fans, but right now I didn’t care.

When the show was over, I was first off the stage. I was first to take off my microphone, change and make my way to the limo. I ignored Liam’s cries, I ignored Zayn’s, I ignored Harry’s and when Niall called out all I did was turn and glare.

I clambered into the limo and wiped off the stray tears that fell down my face. All too soon, Harry climbed into the limo after me.

“You okay Boo Bear?” He asked, kindly. Him saying my pet name was almost enough to break me, but I had to stay strong… I couldn’t let it show, if I showed just the slightest amount of hurt over what happened on stage, Harry would question so many things.

“Yeah fine” I said through gritted teeth. Dammit!

“You don’t sound fine Boo, do you wanna come cuddle over here with me?” He asked, smiling a comforting smile.

“You sure you don’t want to ask Niall first?” I hissed without thinking. Realisation crossed Harry’s face, but before he could say anything, the other boys climbed into the limo too.

“You alright Louis?” Liam asked. Deciding I couldn’t bring up all this again, I nodded. “Yeah, just a bit of a headache, they were some particularly enthusiastic fans” I lied. I avoided Harry’s eyes.

I sat in silence for most of the ride. We were pulling up to the house when I spotted Niall take Harry’s hand and lean in to whisper in Harry’s ear. Harry started giggling madly. I could feel the anger inside me flare up. “Oh get a room would you!?” I cried. Niall, Liam and Zayn looked at me like I was a lunatic, while Harry just looked at me like he pitied me. Cause that was exactly what I needed, his pity.

The car slowed and I jumped out. I walked inside our house and before any of them came in, I screamed. Screamed out of anger, out of sadness, out of frustration.

I wasn’t just sad that Harry and Niall had kissed, though that was a big part, but it was also the fact that I had spent uncountable months pushing away my feelings for Harry and hiding them. I was just… breaking. My own breath was suffocating me.

I heard the front door open and the boys pile in. Before they could make it to me, I ran upstairs to my room. Usually Harry and I shared a room, but this time Harry had requested a single room.

Another strike to my many.

I regretted it every time I did it. During and before, I didn’t mind so much, but I did afterwards. I had to make sure it was covered at all times, I had to pretend it didn’t hurt when I banged it on something or someone touched it accidentally.

I had been cutting myself ever since my problems began stacking up. It seemed to give me release, it took my mind off the mental pain. No one knew about it. I had covered it really well, no one knew about the knife I kept hidden under my dresser. No one knew about the cuts that lined all of my forearm, I hid it with long sleeved shirts and hoodies. No one knew about how sad I was, not even my best friend. He was too busy sucking Niall’s face off.

I pulled the knife out from under my dresser and pressed the blade to my wrist, opening three wounds in the process. Small drops of blood dotted my arm, some began slowly oozing down my skin.

To my utter horror, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I predicted it to be Harry, coming to ask about what I said in the limo. I couldn’t deal with his questions right now, and I certainly couldn’t imagine him being cool with the ever present blood on my wrist. I threw the knife back under the dresser and sprinted into my on suite, locking the door behind me. I went and turned on the shower, so Harry would think I was showering. With the loudness of the running water, I was able to cry freely.

No one knew my pain.

Aww poor Louis! Anyway, please review and I'll update soon!