The Fake Relationship | LARRY

fourteen

Sorry for the massive ass author's note at the end. I love you all

It was as if the whole world had stopped. The music that had been blaring loudly in the background was now muffled and goosebumps had spread over every inch of Harry's body. It was official. Kissing Louis Tomlinson was absolute heaven and all Harry could hope for was that he would get the chance to kiss him again after this.

One of Harry's hands were now cupping Louis' cheeks to deepen the kiss while the other held tightly onto the smaller boy's waist. Louis was breathing hard and desperate against Harry's lips, trying his hardest to not run his hands through Harry's hair, pulling on the strains to listen to any type of moans that would fall from Harry's lips.

That was when Louis' eyes widened in realisation. Harry wasn't his boyfriend. Tyler was. Louis was literally kissing someone at said boyfriend's house party. He just hoped that Tyler hadn't seen. Louis needed to snap back into reality, he needed to get a grip of himself and stop this.

Louis put a hand to Harry's chest, pushing him away. The taller boy was breathing hard when he opened his eyes to stare at Louis. He had finally kissed the boy who he had wanted for years now, after years of silently pining he finally kissed Louis. It was definitely worth the wait.

"What the hell, Harry," Louis said causing Harry to furrow his eyebrows in confusion on why Louis was acting the way he was. It was obvious that Louis was conflicted, it was as if Harry could see the stress that Louis was currently feeling, the anxiety and what looked to be anger. From what he had been told, Louis knew about the kiss and was okay with it. Not to mention, Louis had just been kissing him less than two seconds ago.

"You... I thought..." Harry began to talk but nothing came out of his mouth. He was completely sober now, the situation at hand making all type of numbness from the alcohol to disappear. Harry could feel everything now. He could still feel the softness of Louis' lips on his, the tingles that shot through his body when their lips had met.

"I have a boyfriend, you can't do that shit," Louis shook his head in disbelief. All Louis could think about was that Tyler had been telling the truth. He said he was going to try take you away from me. Harry obviously had said all the things that Tyler said he had. Louis wanted to scream or punching something.

"I thought you wanted it," Harry replied. Louis let out a scoff at Harry's words, not believing what he was hearing. Louis shook his head before turning to push his way out of the crowd of partygoers. Harry watched with wide eyes taking a step forward to run after the smaller boy.

"Wouldn't do that if I was you."

Harry looked towards the voice, frowning when he saw that it was Tyler.

"I don't understand. You said you both agreed to it," Harry informed. Tyler smirked widely, throwing his head back with a loud laugh. Tyler wiped a non-existent tear away from his eye.

"You actually fucking believed me," He chuckled, "Fuck, Styles, you're so gullible."

Harry's eyes widened in realisation. Tyler had played him.

"Why did you do this?" Harry's voice cracked as tears brimmed the edges of his eyes. He could feel his hands shaking now, the disappointment in Louis' eyes when he had looked at Harry after the kiss repeating in his head like a broken record.

"Why do you think? I know you want him, that's why you were so quick to believe me. You wanted to kiss him. But the truth is, Harry, he's mine. Louis is my boyfriend, you just pretend to be his boyfriend and that's how it's always going to be," Tyler smirked, his words cutting Harry like knives. A tear fell down Harry's cheek causing Tyler's to let out another loud laugh at the sight of it, "Aw, Harry! Don't cry, buddy. Thanks to you Louis and I will be closer than ever. I'll be sure to think of you when I'm fucking Louis hard-"