I Can't Change - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Harry POV

This was becoming absolute torture, I had never been in this much pain. Niall had repeatedly tried to sit me down and get me to talk, but I couldn't- I was terrified of bursting into tears again. After the studio session today, I walked straight to my room, feeling sick again. I laid on my bed slowly, hugging a pillow close to my chest, sighing. I felt so empty, now having to go along with managements sick lies, the way Louis didn't seem phased by it anymore. I let out a pitiful groan, feeling my chest constrict in hurt. It was like he had no problem with Eleanor anymore.

I rolled over, opening up my Mac, deciding that watching idiotic videos would maybe help with my pain. I sent out a quick Tweet for funny videos, deciding that whoever sent the first reply would be the one I would watch. 

Bunnyboolou:

@HarryStyles: Watch Ghost in the Stalls! I nearly peed myself! 

I felt my eyebrows furrowing, but I let out a little sigh, going to Youtube and searching it. I leaned on my elbows as it started with some cheeky, loud guy telling a story. Not half way through, I felt a cracked laugh burst out of my mouth- the first time I had genuinely laughed in weeks. I felt my cheeks warming as I felt the air constricting as I laughed harder, and louder, rolling onto my side as the guy was imitating a guy screaming. My shoulders shook, and I felt the pain lessen. The video ended and I let out a little lilt of a giggle, rubbing my eyes. But a sudden touch on my shoulder made me jump, letting out a shocked gasp, rolling over, looking up. Instantly the good feelings vanished, the smile on my lips wavering. There he was, glowing beautiful as ever, his hair quaffed perfectly, those blue eyes narrowing down at me, that crooked smile curling up on his lips. My heart jumped in my throat. 

"What's so funny?" He asked, an amused smile turning up on his features, he raised an eyebrow. He reached out, tousseling my curls. I felt my face heat up instantly at his touch. I bit my lip, diverting my eyes. This is not helping at all. I sniffed, turning back to my computer. 

"A video. Am I not allowed to laugh, either?" I snapped dramatically, making a face as I realized how harsh that had been. Louis looked down, his cheeks pinking. God he looked adorable, it was torture. I let out a guilty sigh, reaching out a trembling hand, touching his arm. His eyes flickered up to mine, and my breath hitched. 

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean that." I said sheepishly, squeezing his wrist. Stop, Harry. I pulled my hand back, but he reached out, catching my wrist, but hearing a rip as he drug his fingers away quickly. The look on his face turned from shock to horror. I turned my eyes down, staring at the now broken bracelet that laid on the bed. 

My Leeds bracelet, torn in half. I stared at it, feeling my jaw go slack, and eyes suddenly water. Of course the Leeds bracelet would break. Fucking perfect. Just what I needed. 

Louis picked it up in horror, his lips parting, closing, repeating. "I'm so sorry, Harry- I-I didn't mean to. Oh god, I know you loved that bracelet. Shit, Harry. Fuck." He reeled, his voice cracking guiltily, grabbing my wrist, wrapping it around it again, as though it would magically become one again. I flinched, feeling a lump in my throat form. I grabbed it away from his hands, standing. 

"It's fine." I said gruffly, looking down. "Not like I needed that reminder anymore." My last words were slow, and hurt so badly that I could feel my heart constrict. I walked over to the trash bin in the corner of my room, tossing it in, a small whimper escaping the back of my throat. Leeds had been one of the best few days of my life, the first time Louis and I really connected, and I started to have true feelings, but I knew to push those down. I felt his eyes on my back, borring holes into me. I didn't turn, though.