I Can't Change - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

When I got home, I was thankful to see that Harry wasn't home. I pushed open the front door, flipping on the lights, tossing off my Toms, rubbing my face. So many things were flying through my head, and I aimlessly shuffled around the house for a solid 10 minutes, before walking into the living area and falling onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

I don't like Harry. I can't. We've always acted like this. There's no way I can complicate things like that. I rolled onto my side, facing the back of the couch, chewing on my bottom lip. I have to put more effort into this "relationship" with Eleanor. The pit of my stomach curdled at the thought of having to make it official tomorrow. 

I thought of how she had grappled for my hand as we weaved around in the streets, and I hesitantley grabbed it, telling myself that I had to make this right. Do it for the band. I picked at a seam on the couch, my mind rambling off more. I had been so stressed before the date, I had to talk to Paul, and what he said made it a lot clearer to me why this had to happen. 

"Although the majority of your fanbase loves you two, it's the parents. If the parents see that how openly you act around eachother- expecially with that picture floating around- they'll not be happy. You'll begin to lose fans, gradually, end up getting more hate. You have to put a cap on it before it gets too risky, Louis. You're risking the whole entire bands fame here." 

That had hurt, I knew it was risky but I loved being open with Hazza. We were just... overly affectionate best friends. Although something deep down was blinking, telling me it wasn't that. I couldn't take all of this anymore and closed my eyes, shrugging closer to the couch, letting out a little breath, before collapsing wearily into sleep. 

I awoke blearily to a flickering blue light casting dimly over the living room. I let out a chalky groan, blinking heavily, before looking at my watch. 1:12 am. I slowly rolled over, seeing as the telly was on. My brow furrowed confusedly, before turning my head to realize Harry was sitting in one of the recliners, his eyes on the telly, but not focused, before shifting over to me. 

He grinned gently, as I let out another groan, rubbing my eyes. My back cracked and instantly regretted falling asleep here. 

"What are you doing up?" I questioned groggily, slowly leaning onto my elbows, yawning. 

"Couldn't sleep." He said simply, sighing and rubbing his face. 

"Where were you?" I asked curiously, trying to focus on his face, which looked tired, and disheveled, but a grin was etched onto his face otherwise. 

"Just hanging with Zayn and Liam. How did your date go?" He asked equally as curiously, but his voice cracked and I stared at him, hiding my shock. That was weird. I bowed my head tiredly, shaking my head before slowly pulling myself off of the couch. 

"Fine. I'm going to bed." I muttered, shuffling past him, but I was pulled back. I looked down at his hand clutching mine and I felt my face heating up again. 

"What's wrong, Lou?" He questioned empathetically, those green eyes glinting with concern. I stared at him for a second, before shaking my head, squeezing his hand once before pulling away. 

"I really don't know, I'll talk to you in the morning, kay?" I croaked out, shuffling down the hall, but all the while demanding I don't turn back around to those green eyes which bore holes in my back as I left. 

I sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, sitting rigidly as I stared down at my phone, refreshing the page several times, watching Twitter explode. 

@Hazlou - He got a girlfriend?! What?! #wtf #elounor

@Loulou124 - What the fuck? What about that picture?! Can't believe this. #elounor