Did you mean it? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Harry's P.O.V

“Harrry!” Louis cried, throwing his arms around me. I instantly stiffened. I was still hurt and angry at Louis, but it felt so good to have his arms around me. Louis let go and stepped back. 

“I came down here to find you. I – well Liam decided that I needed to talk to you, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.” I said, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

 Louis nodded. “Let's go back to our room so that we can talk without having people watch us okay?” He said tentatively. It looked like he was afraid that I would break down again and start crying, or punch him in the face. I stepped back from the door and let Louis in the elevator before pressing the button to go back up to our floor. Suddenly, something caught my eye. Louis's hand was wrapped up in an ace bandage.

“Lou, why is your hand wrapped up?” I asked calmly. I hoped that it wasn't anything serious. Maybe it was just a new fashion statement he thought up? I shook my head slightly at that ridiculous thought, Lou may have an odd fashion sense, but he would never do something like that.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand. “Uhh...let's just say that these walls in here aren't very friendly to people that punch them.” He said. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“You punched the wall in an elevator? How in the world did you think that would turn out well?” I asked. Suddenly, the elevator in question came to a stop and we were at our floor. I shook my head slightly and walked out. I didn't slow down until we were in room 537, but I knew that Louis was right behind me anyway. I walked over to the bed and sat down, looking up at the other boy.

He just stood there awkwardly for a little bit, not knowing what to do. I took the time to look him over. He had gained a pretty good tan so far since we've been in America, unlike me, since I was still fairly pale in comparison. His skin was basically perfect, he was perfect. I shook my head slightly to get rid of those thoughts. They just made me feel worse because I knew that Louis would never like me. He's straight and I'm a guy so those two facts right there means that our relationship will never become more than 'just friends.' I looked up at him again though. “So...tell me one thing, did you mean what you said?” I asked.

Louis finally decided to sit on the bed beside me. “No, I didn't. The only reason that I agreed with what she said was that I'm an idiot, I wasn't paying attention and I hoped that agreeing with her would finally make her shut up. I'm really sorry Harry. You know that I love your singing and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Will you please forgive me?” He looked like he might cry as well, and Louis never cried. 

I thought about it for a second before nodding slightly. “I guess that I'll forgive you. I'm still mad at you for saying that on an interview though. Now the whole world will see me having to leave an interview because I was crying to much.” I said sadly, this was not going to be fun.

“Actually, they won't. I called our management and told them that they couldn't allow the station to air the interview, and that under no circumstances could anyone ever see that interview.” Louis said.

“Thanks Lou. So, I heard that you looked like you were about to beat that interviewer up after I left.”

“I probably did for the one second that I was actually at the interview after you left. I left pretty much immediately after you so I wouldn't slap the smug look off of that bitch's face.” 

“It's a good thing you left then, you would have gotten in serious trouble for slapping an interviewer.”

“Yeah, but it would have been worth it. No one purposely hurts my Hazza while I'm around.” Louis said. Putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him.