Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

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A little short, I'm sorry guys :(

Louis wasn't himself. He had been home for about ten minutes and Harry could tell something was wrong. Harry had been so excited to show him that he learned two chords on the guitar so he'd sat him down on the couch and was ready to show him, but Harry knew that something was off.

"Are you alright, boo?" Harry asks, he sets his guitar down carefully, turning all of his attention to his boy.

"Yeah? What do you mean?" Louis asks, looking off at nothing and Harry frowns. "You just seem... far away." Harry says, wrapping an arm around Louis.

Louis looks at Harry, but he quickly looks away, his stomach turning. "Well I..." Harry rubs Louis' back in a comforting manner and Louis let's out a shaky breath.

"I had a meeting with the people from Anderson." Louis mumbles and Harry's hand pauses, a proud smile forming on his lips.

"That's great babe, I'm hoping it was good news." Harry says, pressing a kiss to Louis' temple. He sighs and then leans against Harry's shoulder and he momentarily presses his face into the crook of his neck.

"They were offering me a job at their company." Louis says quietly and Harry gasps excitedly and tightens his grip on Louis. "Oh baby, that's amazing." Harry's chest was swelling with pride.

Louis straightens up and looks down at his hands that are twisting and pulling at the bottom of his shirt. "It's a really good job... and they want to double my pay, hell, they offered to pay me however much I want, if it meant I'd go work for them and they said they'd publish my writing and would promote me."

"I'm so proud of you, love, your dream could come true! You could go to a bookstore and see your own stuff on the shelves." Harry says smiling widely and Louis feels his heart crumble a little bit.

"I-it's a really great opportunity-" Louis begins to get choked up so he clears his throat. "And it's wonderful, but it's just- I just... I don't..." Louis trails off and swallows thickly and he looks down at his feet.

"You don't want to leave? You know, Rob and Zayn and all them?" Harry asks, trying to help and he brings Louis into a hug. "Oh baby, it's okay, it's okay."

"Yeah I don't want to leave." Louis says pitifully, a few tears slipping from his eyes as he lets Harry hug him.

"I'm sure they'd understand love...it's a really great opportunity and I'm sure it won't be too far and you'll still be able to see everyone and I'll support you all the way-"

"Well here's the thing." Louis begins and he sits back so he can look Harry in the face. He wipes his eyes and Harry looks at him expectantly, his head tilting a little, with curiosity.

"They're building a new office... and they want me to go there, but it's-it's... in America." Louis practically whispers the last two words and his eyes are glued to his feet that are moving around uncomfortably.

"America?" Harry asks, taken aback. "What?"

"New York, to be exact." Louis says and Harry stares at him, completely astonished. "Wha-Louis." He's at a loss for words.

"Well then, of course, you're not going right?" Harry finds his voice, practically scoffing at the idea, any amusement fades though when Louis looks at him with unsure, tear filled eyes. "You-you... aren't, right Lou?" Harry asks, his voice going soft.