Did you mean it? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

A/N: This chapter goes pretty far back. It starts during chapter 1. I did this so we can see Louis's perspective on some of the stuff that happened in that chapter. It will catch up with the other chapters and I promise that there will be at least one Larry moment. I thank you in advance for reading, and I would love you forever if you would vote or comment. It really means a lot to me to hear what you guys think of my writing. Anyway, I'll get back to the actual story now.

Also, there is some cussing in this chapter, so consider yourself warned. I don't really wanna see any comments that are like *GASP*! YOU SAID THE WHATEVER-WORD!!!!!

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Louis's P.O.V.

I watched as tears started streaming down Harry's cheeks and he stood up from the couch. There was a pain in my chest as he apologized before walking away. I couldn't believe that I had hurt him that badly, how could I be so stupid? Immediately, I stood up and gave the interviewer a murderous glare. She looked so happy to see my best friend walking away with tears in his eyes. I felt my hands form into fists, but shook my head and walked away. If I had stayed at that interview for five more seconds, I would have hit that bitch for hurting him and looking so happy about it.

A curly-haired figure caught my eye as the door was closing to the elevator. The person was sitting in the corner of the small room, he had his arms wrapped around his knees and was resting his forehead on top of them. I felt another sharp pain in my chest as I watched his shoulders raise and fall raggedly, the boy was crying. I would never be able to mistake those curls for someone else, that was my best friend sitting in the corner of the elevator crying, and I was probably the main reason behind his tears.

I had never been the type of person to hate on myself, I always tried to maintain a positive perspective over everything. However, at that moment I hated myself more than anything. I hated my stupidity, I hated the fact that I never really thought all that much about what I say, I hated the fact that I had said that I agreed with that stupid interviewer, and mostly I hated the fact that I made my best friend cry because of my stupidity.

I was now standing in front of the elevator. The metal door was firmly closed, separating me and Harry while it took him further away from me. I felt like punching something, but I knew that I couldn't punch the wall or anything right now. There was way too many people in the lobby for me to do something like that. I watched as the elevator door slowly opened, revealing an empty room behind it. I stepped inside and turned around as another man was about to walk through the door. “I'm sorry, but can you take the next one? I really want to be alone right now.” I said, pleading silently with my eyes. He thought about it for a second before nodding and stepping back. “Thanks.” I said as the door was closing. I pressed the button that would take me to our floor and sighed as the elevator jumped too life, moving slowly upwards.

An image of Harry sitting in this same room crying flashed into my mind and I was suddenly furious at myself again. I lifted my fist and brought it to the wall as hard as I could. It connected with the hard wall with a loud crack and a burst of searing pain from my knuckles. I cursed loudly, right before the elevator door opened. Shocked, I looked over at the opening to see a lady and a small girl standing there. They obviously had just heard my loud curse, and they were now staring at me with an expression of pure shock on their faces. Suddenly the little girl pointed to me. “Mommy! It's Louis from that band you like and he just said the f-word!” She exclaimed. The woman's cheeks burned bright red and she shushed her daughter, obviously embarrassed.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at how cute the little kid was, but then I looked up at the mom and cleared my throat nervously. “Umm...can you take the next elevator please? I kinda need to be alone right now. I'm sorry.” I said, running my still good hand through my hair.