Two hearts *larry stylinson*

First time...in a while

Okay disclaimer this chapter will include smut so if you're not into that then skip it 

Though ik most of you won't hehe x

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Harry

Shit Shit shit shit shit shit I can't believe I just did that. The guys were crying and Lou was crying. 

Shit.

The rest of our writing session was a bit awkward since I wasn't very subtle about the song being about Louis.  Despite that we did get some work done. We came up with some good lyrics and found a way to mix our separate sounds. It wasn't easy though, since we'd all gotten used to working ourselves, and we were working for a good six hours. 

Once we had wrapped up, I tried to get out of the studio quickly. I don't think I'm ready to face Louis after that. 

Apparently Niall had other plans.

"Hey bud!" He exclaimed cheerily, blocking the doorway. "Loved the song you wrote, seemed real personal. Thanks for sharing it with us. I hope you feel comfortable enough with it to put it on the album, that one'll be a hit for sure."

"Niall please let me leave" I insisted, trying to push past him.

"What do you mean Haz? We're just talking about that emotional song you wrote for Louis, your ex boyfriend and current bandmate!" Niall was practically yelling the words out making sure Lou, who was somehow the only other person left, could hear. 

"Nialler please!" I couldn't take this. Suddenly, Niall shoved me harshly away from the doorway and sprinted down the hall, laughing hysterically. 

Niall's antics usually lifted my spirits and got a laugh out of me, but Louis was now standing in front of me and I couldn't breathe. 

"Have you gotten shorter?" I blurted out. 

Louis even looks pretty when he's scowling. 

"No Harry, you're just wearing healed boots." He replied quietly. "Was that song really about us?"

Us. I loved the sound of that. We were standing so close to each other that in the silent room I could almost hear his heart beating. If I just leaned in a bit we would be practically kissing. He seemed nervous and tried to hide it by keeping a steady gaze.

But I could always see through him.

"Yes" I answered simply, my eyes finally meeting his. The blue seemed to be darkening with every second we stared at each other.

"Why are you doing this?" he shouted, grabbing my arms to steady his hands that were shaking in... anger?

"Wh-what?" I was confused now and my arms were burning where they connected with his petite hands. 

"Why do you keep giving me mixed signals? How can you write all these beautiful songs about our love, and me, and us, WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE THAT LEFT HARRY? YOU'RE THE ONE THAT ENDED IT AND NEEDED SPACE! I GAVE YOU SPACE, I LET YOU WALK AWAY AND THEN YOU GO OFF FUCKING WITH MY EMOTIONS! ITS NOT FAIR HAZ! It's not- it's not fair." With every word he backed me up farther until my back was pressed against the wall and Lou was closer to me than he had been in years. 

"I couldn't take it anymore Louis! The fucking rumors and the womanizer shit and management never getting off my fucking ass! I couldn't do anything I wanted and our relationship wasn't healthy being hidden the way it was! YOU THINK I DIDN'T HATE IT? YOU'VE BEEN BY MY SIDE THROUGH EVERYTHING SINCE I WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD! YOU THINK I JUST THREW THAT AWAY OVER NOTHING? YOU THINK IT DIDN'T KILL ME BEING AWAY FROM YOU? I TRIED-" My voice cracked and I felt like sobbing, but I needed him to know, I needed him to understand. "I pranced around with a pride flag every night of my tour and they still didn't get the hint. I worked so damn hard and I hosted the bloody met gala. But did anyone care? No. ALL ANYONE GAVE A FUCK ABOUT WAS THAT KENDALL JENNER WAS THERE AND I HAD A CONVERSATION WITH HER, WHICH OF COURSE MEANS IM DATING HER!"