Promise Me {Larry}

It started out as a fling. A one night night, a way to release stress and sexual frustrations. 

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson had taken the leap from best mates to 'fuck buddies,' to have fun with no feelings attached.

That was all it was, until feelings got thrown into the mix.

Harry had never wanted them. Louis never knew he had them. So they continued their escapades not knowing the damage and toll it took on Harry.

It carried on for a half a year. A half a year of casual sex that created a scar on Harry's heart and wrist each time. Casual sex that meant nothing whatsoever to Louis.

But Harry was okay with it. He may not have had Louis emotionally, but he had had him physically, and even if Louis only wanted him for his body, it was okay, because Louis had wanted him in some aspect, even if it wasn't the aspect Harry had wanted.

Well, Harry had convinced himself that it was okay. Everything was fine. Well, it was fine, until she came into the picture. She being Eleanor Jane Calder, the Starbucks loving Hollister floor model.

Harry had introduced them in hopes for them to have a brother and sister relationship and for Louis to have a girl friend in his life, but only to find the complete opposite.

When the two, Harry and Louis, got back to their flat the day that Eleanor and Louis had met, Louis was already smitten. Eleanor was all Louis could talk about. The way she parted her hair, the way she sipped her Starbucks, the way she smiled, the way she breathed. Louis told Harry that he could see himself falling in love with her.

And that's when the cracks and scars in his heart began to shatter.

Harry called off their friends with benefits idea suggesting that Louis, 'should focus solely on Eleanor.' It hurt when Louis said that was a great idea, and didn't see past the entirely fake smile Harry had flashed.

The Styles-Tomlinson flat returned back to normal in Louis' eyes, but in Harry's it became a place of torture, slowly starting to break him completely.

Eleanor and Louis got together two weeks later. They were anything but a non-affectionate couple. Everywhere they went, PDA. She began showing up to every concert because Louis said it, 'made him preform better.'

Harry snorted, 'She didn't have any effect on his performance. Knowing she was there, made me preform worse.'

Management loved it tough. They were always releasing 'Elounor,' which sounded so much worse than Larry Stylinson, pictures to the public and fans were constantly tweeting them to Harry trying to a jealous reaction out of him.

The reaction wasn't jealousy, it was more cuts, more wristbands to cover them up and more oblivious stares in his direction.

'I think she's the one I'm going to marry Harry. She's honestly perfect. No one even compares to her,' Louis had told him the other day and Harry had smiled the most believable smile he could muster.

Louis hadn't bother to notice that it faded a couple seconds after.

Harry had been getting reckless with his feelings, making it obvious he was self-harming, to Louis at least (not the other boys, because he didn't want to drag them into this mess), but Louis, with his rose colored glasses remained completely ignorant and oblivious.

Louis had noticed once though. He saw a small slash on Harry's wrist, reprimanded him, asked if Harry was okay, and with a less than believable, 'yes,' carried on his way (to Eleanor's).

And that was the end of that.

He never acknowledged it again. Louis was rarely even at their flat anymore and when he was, all he would talk about was her.