One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

ONE DAY MAYBE

Harry exhales audibly as he walks toward the bed. He shakes his head and sits down, burying his hands into his curls. He can't believe that Mark told Louis all these things. Louis must be heartbroken and intimidated. Usually Louis is a strong person who endures a lot but Harry knows how sensitive and vulnerable he gets when it comes to their relationship. Harry knows. What Mark told him was cruel but in combination with his rude tone and his threatening gestures he must have scared Louis a lot. Harry exhales again as he gets up to pace around the room. He can't stop thinking of Louis. His reaction was nothing than an expression of how he felt, he was probably trying to process what Mark told him about Harry. Of course Harry is still hurt because of Louis' words but now that he knows what really happened, his anger toward Louis fades slowly.

Harry stays on his bed for a while. Just as Harry decides to change his clothes to get Louis there's a knock on his door. Harry can't believe his eyes: it's Mark who is pushing Louis into the room rudely. "I found him in the hallway where I told him not to go buy hey . . . just as I said, you two are a pain in the ass and be sure that you are going to face the consequences as you deserve." Then he turns around and leaves.

Louis doesn't look at Harry at all. He takes his shoes off, walks over to the bed and sits down. He pulls his phone out and starts scrolling. Harry watches him in silence as he walks over to his side. He just stands there, waiting for Louis to look up but he doesn't. "Can we talk please?" Harry asks, looking at Louis from where he stands.

"I don't want to talk to you," Louis answers flatly.

Ouch. Harry sits down on the bed, scooting a little bit closer to Louis. "Do you really think you're the only one who is hurt?" he asks. Louis doesn't react. "Is that what you think?" There's a long pause until Louis looks up from his phone, but only for a second. His look is blank, there's no expression in his eyes. He bows his head again and types something into his phone. "Have you ever thought of how I feel? Have you ever thought of the fact that I'm hurt too? Do you think seeing pictures of Eleanor and you holding hands and pretending to be all happy make me feel better?" Harry pauses but Louis still doesn't react. "I hate seeing you with her Louis, I'm hurt too!" Harry raises his voice. He's close to tears because mentioning Eleanor brings back memories Harry thought he had already forgotten. Bearding has always been one of the major tolerant tests in their relationship.

Harry wipes the corner of his eyes. That wasn't how he had pictured Louis' stay. Instead of enjoying their time together they're insulting each other? What is wrong with them? Harry needs Louis, he needs him so much and time is ticking away. "Should I get drunk too? Would that help?" he yells, wiping a tear away that rolls down his cheek. Louis continues to ignore him.

If Louis doesn't want to talk, Harry has to accept it although it hurts him endlessly. Harry gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom. He needs some space and he needs some air to breathe. He opens the window and inhales the fresh air. The sounds of the night calm him down a little bit but just as he thinks he's alright again his feelings overwhelm him without warning. He breaks out in tears as he stares out of the window, into the dark night.

It feels like hours when Harry leaves the bathroom again. He feels terrible and when he looks at Louis, the pain tugs at his heart. Why can't their relationship be normal? He knows other couples fight too but over other issues, that's the main thing. Harry slips under the covers quickly and puts his head on the pillow, his body turned away from Louis. The silence between them is more than uncomfortable; it's hurting, nearly suffocating. The burn in his heart is painful, so incredibly painful that it feels as if his heart was on fire. He lays there for what feels like hours and nothing happens. Harry thinks of talking to Louis but that could be a bad idea. If Louis doesn't want to talk Harry has to respect it. He has tried before and they ended up screaming and yelling at each other. You can't force Louis to do things he doesn't want to do. It's a fact. Trying to discuss with him could probably make the situation even worse so Harry decides to leave everything as it is. He pulls the covers closer to his body and closes his eyes.