I Can't Change - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven

A month. A whole entire month had gone by since his tattoo, and the gigantic gape in my heart was yawning wide, I still cried almost every night. Although, on the outside, I looked trim, and happy. Eleanor and I's "relationship" was becoming more normal, pretending was getting easier. Girls already idolized her, which was a little unnerving to me, considering the fact all she was doing was dating me. 

We never hung out outside of the paparazzi's eyes, never talked much besides random banter that made the days less painfully boring. I must have bought more clothes than I ever had in my life in the past month with her. She never talked to me about her life outside of me, which always made me curious, but I didn't have enough energy to actually care. 

I hadn't seen Harry in 2 days, and it was driving me up the wall. We had this whole week off to ourselves back at home, yet I still hadn't seen him. My mum had proposed that all of us, being the boys and I, go camping at Blinkbonny Wood for a few days to get away from everything. That sounded pretty nice, and I would make an effort to ask the boys about that tonight. 

I bit my lip as I crawled out of my car, getting back from Starbucks with Eleanor. Everytime I hugged her goodbye and turned to walk the other way, I felt relieved. I didn't have to keep lying after that. I sighed, pushing open the front door to our flat, flipping on the lights. I heard rustling in the kitchen, and headed that direction, praying it was Harry- but then again, who else would it be?

I rounded the corner, peering in, and surely, there was his tall and lean body, looming over the counter, looking down at a newspaper. I let out a little whimper, even when he looked his worst, he still stunned me. Those green eyes slowly turned up to me, his face twitching. 

"Hey.." I breathed, nodding my head to him, giving him a weak smile. "Haven't seen you in a while." My voice faultered embarassingly. He blinked slowly, not saying anything for a while, before taking in a deep sigh, and moving the paper away, turning his back to me, opening the fridge as an excuse to not talk. My heart thumped loudly, my throat tightening. 

"Haz.." I croaked out so pitifully I was almost ashamed. He turned his head over his shoulder, the look on his face tense. 

"What Louis? What do you want?" He snapped, I blinked wide eyed at him, my mouth surely open. Don't let him know you're hurt. I gritted my teeth, digging my nails into the doorframe. 

"I-I was just wondering if you wanted to go camping with the boys and I over at Blinkbonny Wood tomorrow for a few days." I said as firmly as I could, gulping afterwards, staring at his hand, which was gripping the side of the fridge so hard it looked like it was holding him to this earth. He closed the fridge door almost forcefully, looking at me hard, biting his lip. His expression softened momentarily, before he swiftly walked past me and out into the hall again. 

"I'll get back to you on that." He croaked out, before again dispearing into his room. I let out a tense sigh, before walking into my own room, feeling frustrated all over again. I kicked off my shoes, making my way to my bed, flopping down, opening up my laptop to keep from crying.