Pretending From The Start, Larry Stylinson Fanfiction.

Chapter 14 - Coming Home

Harry decided to tidy the house up a little for when Louis comes home. He had a bit of hope that Louis wanting to come back to their flat meant something like his memory coming back. But he knew not to get his hopes too high.

He spent the morning of Monday, sitting on the sofa waiting. Louis seemed to be taking his time. So he went to take a shower to calm his nerves. He heard the door open and close ten minutes in.

"Harry," he heard Louis call.

"In the shower," Harry called back. "Be out in a minute!"

Harry did a quick wash and jumped out, wrapping a towel round his parts. He walked out the bathroom and into the living-room where Louis was sat on the sofa. As soon as Harry entered, Louis stood up. Harry blushed a deep crimson when he caught Louis' eyes trailing over his wet body. Harry coughed, snapping Louis out of it. Louis quickly looked up and smiled, trying to hide the fact he was checking out Harry.

"Hazza," said Louis, running across the room and straight into Harry's arms. Harry hugged back, but he did notice Louis hugging him a lot longer than an average hug, not to mention he was hot and wet from the shower, probably wetting Louis as well.

"I'm soaking and practically naked, Lou," Harry pointed out.

Louis laughed, pulling away. "Sorry, mate."

"No worries," Harry replied. "I'mma just get changed and we can catch up, yeah?"

Louis nodded.

Harry ran off to their bedroom, slid into a pair of jeans and shirt and dried his locks, then walked back into the living-room. Louis was looking at a picture of himself and Harry. Maybe he hadn't got his mind back and he still only thought of Harry as a mate.

Harry sat beside Louis. 

Louis turned and looked at him, smile on his face. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Harry confessed. "But I'm surprised you remembered you lived here."

"Of course I remembered," replied Louis. "It's all we ever spoke about in the X Factor house, wasn't it? Finding the perfect flat in London to share, you and me, best mates."

"No," Harry snapped, standing. "Fuck's sake, Louis Tomlinson!" he graoned. "We're not best mates, all right?"

Sadness overtook Louis' face. "Why you being like this, Harry? All of a sudden you wanna drop me from being your friend. What's that all about?"

"We're more than friends," Harry told him, voice loud. "You're my boyfriend and we're in love. You just can't remember."

"I love Eleanor, Harry."

"You don't love her!" Harry growled. "She's a fucking beard, Louis! Please, I'm begging you, please just see that."

"See what?" asked Louis, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't get what I'm supposed to be seeing here, Harry."

"You - me!" Harry leaned his head back and sighed, trying to calm down. "It was supposed to be me you love. It's always been me. From the X Factor house to the Leeds Festival. But I..." he trailed off, sadness in his voice now. "Now I've lost you for her."

"You can't deside who I love, Harry Styles," said Louis, crossing his arms. "But if you're in love with me, I'll understand and I won't let that come between our friendship or anything. I just wish you had told me about being... y'know... gay."

"Fuck," Harry groaned, frustrated. "I wasn't gay before I met you, Louis."

"So you're blaming me for your sexuality?"

"No, I-"

"If you're gonna be like this," Louis said, "then I'll move out. Is that what you want?" He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.

It didn't take Harry long to think. "Yeah, actually it is what I want. Go to our room, pack your things and get out, Louis."

"Fine. I'm going." Louis stormed off to their bedroom.