Simply Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

 

Harry

 

October 15, 2013

 

Louis and Eleanor are really, really confusing me and starting to get on my nerves. One second they’ll be couple-y and the next they’ll be tackling each other to the ground like best friends or, I guess, ‘frenemies’.  It’s also kind of pissing me off, mainly because I can’t figure out what the hell they’re doing, or at what stage their at. Though no matter what stage they’re at, I don’t really want to know. I don’t want to face the fact that in any of the coming years Louis and Eleanor could be getting engaged and/or married; it’s utterly saddening to think about. He’s the love of my life and I don’t want to lose him, but if I happened to make a move on him it would both ruin his current relationship with El and probably ruin his and my friendship, which is not what I want. I’ve always thought that if I can’t have him romantically, at least I can have him as a friend; can still keep him close. That’s all I really want, him. No matter what form that is, I’ll take it.

Sighing, I haul my body off my bed and trudge to the kitchen to prepare something edible for breakfast. Tour starts back up tomorrow, our break being absolutely teeny. I’m not outrageously excited, but if I said I was dreading it would be an absolute lie. I love tour, I really do, but it begins to drag on after countless months of performing the exact same songs almost every night. I love seeing the fans, pleasing them, interacting with them and almost everything about them. Bar the fact that they sometimes go way over the top in, well, a lot of things, but I manage to overlook those things in thanks for all they’ve done for us.

I pour myself a bowl of CoCo Pops (you seriously can’t go wrong; they’re delicious and convenient for when I’m feeling lazy) and sit down at the table to eat. I munch my way through the bowl of food, flicking mindlessly through yesterday’s newspaper, skimming over the various articles that have no significance to me. I hear my ringtone blaring from my room, so I sluggishly rise from the seat and unenergetically walk to my room, moving faster than I would prefer to reach it before the ringtone ends.

I internally rejoice as I pick up my phone and press answer, not bothering to check the caller ID other than to check if it’s a known or an unknown number. It’s the former, but apart from that I have no idea.

“’Ello,” I answer.

“Hi, H. Do you wanna come to the gym for while? ‘M feeling like working out for some reason.” The familiar voice asks me. Louis.

“Uh, hi. That’s unlike you, ha. Yeah, I’d love to though.” I reply.

“Wonderful. I’ll pick you up in, say, twenty minutes?”

“Deal. See ‘ya then, Lou.” I confirm.