Let me just say that date was hell.
The very next day, Eleanor and I were all across he tabloids. We were also named "Elounor". Can they ElouNOT. And I could tell this was taking an emotional toll on Harry as well. He was miserable, but refused to talk about it. After a week of that shit I finally did something about it.
"Harry, could we talk?" I asked. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes and I melted. "Yea Lou?" He said. "Umm, uh, do- ugh. Is some- is something bothering you?" I asked shyly. "No. Nothing at all," he snapped and turned away slightly. I knew I needed to do something, anything to get him to open up. So I took extreme measures.
I called Niall.
If anyone ever questions the amount of love Niall has for Harry and I staying together, he will prove you wrong. Niall was my secret weapon to getting my Hazza-bear to be honest with me.
"Hello?" Niall asked groggily. "Hey Ni. I need a huge favor." "What the hell is it louboo I was taking a fuckin' nap" he says. "Harry and I are having some iss-" "I'LL BE RIGHT THERE."
I swear that kid gives me chest pains.
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FanfictionThis short story is composed of fictional journal entries from Larry Stylinson's life, in the eyes of Louis Tomlinson. This story contains real-life instances of things that One Direction has been through, although with a twist from the opinion and...
