One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

PARIS

"I can't wait to leave Paris," Harry tells Sarah as they're having breakfast at the hotel breakfast room early in the morning.

"Have I missed something?" Sarah asks, giving Harry a strange look. "I thought you loved Paris, didn't you?"

Harry has his elbows propped up on the table, holding a white cup with both of his hands. He rolls his eyes before he takes a sip of his black coffee then turns his head toward Sarah. "Amsterdam? Louis?" he asks reproachfully. "I told you about that at least ten times yesterday!" Harry can't fight a small smirk as he puts the mug back onto the table and shakes his head slightly.

Sarah hits her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Oh god," she moans, "how could I forget about him!" She rubs Harry's back gently. "I'm very happy that you can spend some time with him," she says and gives Harry a smile. "You deserve that."

"I can't wait," Harry responds with a sigh as he butters his toast and puts a slice of ham onto it. "Seriously, I can't. I'm fed up seeing him through a screen only." He keeps his voice low in case if anyone who shouldn't know about them could be listening. Harry can't risk it since they're still closeted. He thought things would change after they went on hiatus but his PR manager showed him a clause in the contract of the group that made clear they weren't allowed to admit anything that had to do with Harry and Louis being a couple.

Sarah nods. "I don't even want to imagine what it must feel like being away from your partner for such a long time, constantly."

Harry nods. "It's so hard, especially when you can't see each other as much as you want." Harry takes a bite of his toast and finishes the rest of his boiled egg.

"You've been together for how long now?" Sarah asks, pouring milk over her second bowl of cereals. She loves them, just like Louis.

"It's been about seven years now," Harry tells her. He takes an orange from the fruit basket that has been put on the table and starts peeling it.

Sarah's eyes widen as she looks at Harry. "Seven years? Wow, that's remarkable." She dips her spoon into the bowl. "Is everything still fine with both of you?"

Harry nods several times. "Yeah, pretty much," he answers. "We've been on the road for years so you might think we would have drifted apart."

"You used to see each other every day while you were on tour, didn't you?"

"Sure we did," Harry replies as he puts some of the peels aside, "but we didn't have a lot of quality time together concerning the amount of work we had to accomplish. Most of the time we started early in the morning and worked until late. We even recorded one of our albums while being on tour."

"Sounds stressful," Sarah replies and Harry nods.

"Very," Harry says. "The problem was that there always were people around us who weren't allowed to know about us. Only the inner circle of our team and people in the music industry know though," he explains. "But whenever we had days off, Louis and I also spent some of them with our family and friends at home since we couldn't see them a lot," Harry continues further. "We were in a real dilemma because mostly we always had to choose between us or the family and we never had many days off except for Christmas."

"That must have been terrible for you," Sarah says quietly, "well . . . it still is probably."

Harry nods. "Yeah, I mean . . . of course we fought, we fought so much. Maybe even more than others since our situation had been a very difficult one compared to the majority of people. We broke up two times because the pressure was too much and we struggled a lot but we got together again. We've been through so much and still we're not free, which hurts. He's the love of my life." Harry feels his cheeks getting a little hot as he shoves a piece of orange into his mouth. "I haven't met him for two months," Harry adds, "and I can't wait to see him again."

"I'm sure you're going to have a good time with him. I promise we won't force you to go out with us after the show like we did last night."

"And the nights before," Harry adds and leans his body over to her, playfully raising his index finger in warning.

Sarah chuckles. Then she takes a sip of her tea. "Don't worry. We are going to behave tonight."

"How generous of you," Harry smirks and shoves a piece of orange into his mouth. A few hours later, they take their flight to Amsterdam.