Larry fics

it's too cold outside for angels to fly

Summary:

It's like screaming but no one hears you. It's like running but no one chases you. It's like crying but no one won't wipe your tears. That's what loneliness feels like. And that's what Harry feels like.

or the one where Harry is depressed and Louis doesn't notice.

Work Text:

Harry doesn't quite know when it starts. When he starts feel so lonely. And why? He just doesn't know.

He has a lovely boyfriend (who comes to be in a same band than he so he shouldn't feel lonely). He has a mother, a stepfather and a sister. He has an amazing band. He doesn't have problem with money. He has everything alright. Except himself.

Maybe it's the time when they're sitting on tour bus and laughing and Harry's just so tired. He could sleep and sleep and still be tired.

"Harry, got a new bandana then?" Liam asks and all the boys chuckle then. Harry usually likes his bandanas: his hair doesn't get on his eyes and he thinks he looks pretty good with them.

"Yeah", he answers tiredly and yawns then. All the boys chuckle again.

"Louis got you a bit tired yesterday at the hotel, then? Did he tie you on the bed with that bandana?" Liam asks and then all the four boys bursts into laugh. Harry smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes like usually. Nobody doesn't notice this.

"Liam! Do you except me to touch him with that thing on his hair?" Louis laughs and they all shout 'ooooh!'.

"That was sick mate!" Niall laughs and slaps a high five with Louis.

"I'll go to sleep. A terrible headache", Harry says then and rips his bandana off. Louis' smile falters a bit when he looks after Harry.

"Do you need some medicine?" he asks and the boys whistles at that.

"Oh, what a caring boyfriend!"

Harry shakes his head a bit, smiling sadly at Louis who turns his head towards the boys and sticks his tongue out at them. When Louis doesn't turn around anymore, Harry sighs and goes to his own bunk. He wraps a blanket around him and lets the frustration tears slips out. He cries quietly, but he's sure the boys doesn't hear him through the laughing.--

- - - - -

"Could you get me something to eat?" Louis asks and Harry nods. He walks on the fridge and grabs a waterbottle and a sandwich there. They're on London again, sleeping on the hotel at the moment. Harry gives the food to Louis who gives him a little smile and that's it. Usually Louis would give him a kiss, a hug or even a 'thank you'. But not in these days.

Harry frowns and he sits next to Louis, arms crossed.

"Oh, you see that model? He's so fit", Louis says, more to himself than Harry, but that stings in Harry's ears. So that's what is all about. Louis thinks I'm fat.

Harry looks down on his stomach, and yeah. Maybe it's bulging a little bit. But that's not even fat. Or it is?

Harry feels tears burning on his eyes but he can't cry now. He can't show the weakness to Louis. It's not worth it to make Louis worry.

"Are you tired again? You're so quiet", Louis says but doesn't turn his gaze away of the TV. Why do you ask if you aren't even interested?

"Yeah", is Harry's answer but Louis doesn't say anything after that. So there's just a heavy silence between them.

Later that night, when they're about to go to sleep, Harry starts to kiss Louis' neck, who groans. Harry wraps his arms around his boyfriend, wanting some kind of love. Even just a little bit.