Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

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Louis doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know what he can say, he doesn't even know how he can look at Harry because there's so much pain in his eyes and he looks like he could be sick.

"H-harry..." Is all he manages, his voice cracks and is as quiet as a whisper and Harry stares at him for a moment and then looks down at the papers in his hands.

"When were you gonna tell me?" Harry asks and he wipes at his eyes roughly and Louis swallows thickly.

"Just gonna give me a call from the plane? Was I even gonna get that? Or were you just gonna be here one day and gone the next?" He continues and Louis' lip begins to wobble.

"N-no I-I yes, I was g-gonna tell you I just... you weren't supposed to find out like this." Louis cries because what had he been thinking?

The answer was that he hadn't. He hadn't thought about the fact that all of his letters from Anderson, an apartment catalog that showed property in New York, his furniture receipts, the form he signed to sell his house and even his damn plane ticket, was in his stupid broken drawer.

"Was I ever meant to find out?" Harry asks and he stares at Louis, his jaw clenched, tears going down his cheeks. "It's in two weeks Louis..." Harry whispers, looking down at the papers in his hands.

"I know... I know it is, but I-'

"But you what, Louis? Waiting for the right moment? Just didn't want me to know? What the fuck Louis?" Harry says tensely and he tosses the papers in his hands, down on to the ground.

"I thought you weren't going, I thought you were gonna stay. I-I t-thought everything was f-fine between us." Harry says, his eyebrows furrowing and voice wavering as the full gravity of the situation hits him.

His Louis is actually leaving him, he's going to go in two weeks and Harry doesn't know when he'll see him after that, he doesn't know when he'll be able to kiss him or make him smile.

"Harry I wanted to... I wanted to tell you this whole time... but I just... I didn't know..." Louis is taking steps forward now, his heart practically in his throat, with tears rushing down his cheeks.

"This whole time?" Harry whispers and Louis' hands shake when Harry steps away from him.

"So you knew this whole time? From the second they offered?" He asks, his jaw tensing once again and he can't even look up at Louis.

"N-no, no baby, no, not the whole time. Just a few months and I-I was unsure the w-whole time but I... Harry please look at me." Louis sobs and he grabs onto Harry's forearm and Harry carefully removes Louis' hands from him and then he finally looks up at Louis.

"I-I wasn't gonna go Harry, I wasn't. B-but then I started talking to Zayn and he said-"

"Oh so Zayn's the one who talked you into this? You let that fucker tell you what to do!? Hm? You're just gonna let him fuck with us?" Harry asks, suddenly searing with anger, his hands are shaking and his veins are popping and Louis hasn't ever seen him like this.

"H-he isn't fucking with us... he was just helping me see...what my dream is he-"

"So I'm in the way of your dream then? I'm just some dumb boyfriend who's in your way?" Harry asks and Louis is shaking his head and reaching out to Harry with tears in his eyes and Harry just stares at him before turning and heading towards the door.

"Harry please." Louis whimpers, following after him. He stops at the door, with his hand on the handle, it's quiet for a few tense minutes.

Harry takes deep breaths and his eyes are closed and he tries to stop gripping the door handle so hard it hurts as he tries to calm himself and think rationally for a moment.