Postcards || Larry a.u. (boy x boy)

Part 1

**Author's Note: I don't think I will be uploading again this week, but thanks to all who will read it so far... And follow my instagram and tumblr if you want more "me" so of speak... School's going well, but it's not even the end of the first semester. I will be uploading some Larry and One Direction related art onto tumblr, so that's the only reason why I'm bringing it up. God bless whoever reads my rambling...

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I stomped into the room. His mere presence made me crumble, but I had to stay strong. There he was, at the end of the room. He noticed me and made a mad dash for the nearest exit – thanks to my long legs, he didn’t get as far as he had wished.

“Louis,” I pulled his shirt to drag him back over to me. His back was turned towards me so I couldn’t face him. “Look at me, Louis,” I demanded. I needed to read his facial expressions for what I was about to say.

Timidly, and excruciatingly slowly, Louis turned to face me. He was almost half way when I couldn’t take his sloth-like behavior any longer.

“Face me, Louis!” I shouted, drawing the attention of anyone who wasn’t paying attention already to our dispute. I could feel the tears prematurely forming in my eyes. I blinked roughly to make them disappear. My nose was running already. I couldn’t stand this. No. I have to tell him what’s on my mind… I sniffed and wiped my nose with my jacket sleeve to prepare myself for what I was about to say.

He still hadn’t turned the entirety of the way around so I jerked his shoulders to face me. “Face me,” I said through my clenched teeth. They weren’t clenched because of anger, but because of disappointment. I thought I meant more to him than that. I thought I was more than just a friend - more than just any other lad. I thought I meant more than this.

“Harry,” He muttered, “just let me explain…” His voice drifted off. I knew he had nothing more to say than that. He was just meaning to stall to think of something more logical to say other than ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I’ve screwed up.’ Well, I’ve found the words to say – but I just can’t spell them… I’m about to lose it. Just like I’ve lost you – just like I’ve lost it all…

“Don’t try to explain anything, Louis,” I snapped after about a good 5 seconds of his rambling. My hand was making nearly permanent grooves in his shirtfront and shirt collar; I’d almost forgotten I was still gripping it for dear life. “I saw what you had said.”

“Harry, I don’t know why you’re so upset. ‘Larry’ was just some crap that management made us do. It was all a huge show. I love Eleanor and you know that. You’re the one that introduced me to her, and you’re the one trying to break us up – what the hell is up with you, Hazz?”

“Don’t call me that,” I snatched my hand away from his shirt violently; too repulsed at what he had just said to look at him, much less touch him. My gaze slowly drifted to the ground as I continued, “Don’t you ever call me that ever again…”

My eyes flickered up to his for a fraction of a second (as I’ve mentioned before, it’s hard to not get lost in his eyes…) and I saw the gears behind them clicking and shifting along. I was afraid he would put two and two together –

“You want it to be more than what it is, don’t you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I never said that,” I replied anxiously, as if on impulse.

“You mean it, don’t you?” He replied, poking me in my stomach.

Every contact he made with his finger was a shot of venom into my nervous system; even though there were layers of clothes protecting me, it felt as though I was being zapped over and over again with some kind of painful needle.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter what I think, does it?” I said once I slapped his finger away. “You’ve already stated your opinion, yeah, you’ve already made that quite clear,” I said, jabbing my finger into his stomach, making him gasp. I’m pretty sure my finger had jammed, but I couldn’t care less at the moment.

“Calm down, Hazz,” Louis put his hands up in defense.

“No!” I shouted. “I will not simply ‘calm down!’” I saw the look on his face, which was plastered with pure horror that I might strike him. “Louis, what about us? What about our relationship?” I caressed his hips, similar to the way I always do; my voice was barely above a whisper, but I’m sure he heard it.

He backed away, “No… I didn’t know it – I meant so much to you…” The expression on his face was worse than my greatest nightmare. It was a look of sheer disgust. He looked as though he was trying not to get close to me as he might catch a deadly disease from me. My lower lip started to tremble uncontrollably.

“All the fun times we had together, all of the time we spent with each other – it just means nothing to you?” I choked out.

“I’m sorry Harry, but you’ve wasted your time,” he said emotionlessly.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I darted out of the room in embarrassment. I ran somewhere – anywhere, trying to find somewhere where he couldn’t find me. I needed some space. I didn’t want anyone around me. I just wanted to ostracize myself from the world. Nothing else mattered anymore if I loved him and he didn’t feel the same way…