Lost in your eyes (Larry Stylinson fan fiction)

Chapter 1: Losing It

A/N: When things are in italics then it's a thought.  There may be some spelling and/or grammatical errors, sorry. I keep changing my mind about this, so some tings might change up a bit. Feel free to comment (:

Chapter 1: Losing It

Harry's POV:

His back was facing me, and  I couldn't just stand there and watch him walk away. I reached out and grabed his hand. He froze in his steps and attemped to jerk away, but I held on tighter.

"Things would be so much easier if you never opened your mouth."

"I was able to keep my feelings to myself, why couldn't you?"

"You've ruined everything Harry."

I could hear Louis's words replyed over and over in my mind. 

I squeezed his hand like it was the only thing holding me to sanity, and it was. My heart was racing in my chest. Every time I took a breath I shook and the tears threatened to escape my eyes. I had been holding them back for so long.

His hand continued to wiggle in mine. He really wanted to get away from me. He isn't even going to give me a chance to explain myself to him. His hand paused, and my heart stopped as he turned to face me. My gaze met his piercing blue eyes, then his expression changed. I could see the anger in his eyes slip away and be replaced with worry. 

After only a second he escaped my grasp and bolted to the building, with his head hanging low. 

"Louis! Stop! Please!" I attempted to shout over the screaming fans, but it was no use. He was gone. 

I wiped away the tears that had escaped my eye and took off after him.

I ran past the girls sticking their arms out trying to grab my or having me sign something. I ignored everything around me and focused on Louis. I couldn't see him, but I knew where he was heading.

I stopped at the door right as it had closed behind him. I stopped, and open the door just enough for me to see what was going on. He was walking toward her, very calm and nothing like he was when I saw him a moment ago outside. I watched as he walked up to her, and they wraped their arms around eachother. She nuzzled her face in his neck. 

I used to do that with him.

I watched as she pulled her face away, but kept her arms around him. She looked up at him and smiled, then she leaned closer and she kissed him.

I stopped breathing then. I could no longer hold back my tears. I closed the door, loud enough for them to know I saw that, then turned and ran. 

I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted to be anywhere but here. 

After I was out the building and down a few blocks, I stopped. I just fell to my knees and sobbed. 

Tears were streaming down my face, which made my curls stick to my face. 

He used to move my hair out of my face. His hands were always warm against my cheeks. 

That was the first time I had ever seen him kiss her. I never thought it would bother me, but I felt broken. I knew Louis wasn't mine, and that he was her's because they were dating, but I still loved him. 

I took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself. 

He's straight. He has a girlfriend. 

I love him.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks, and stood up. It was difficult to stop crying, but I had to be strong. 

I started walking back to our appartment.

Our appartment.

*****

I walked in the door, and noticed that I had left the TV on. I flopped myself on the sopha and began flipping through the channels. Maybe some TV could get my mind off him.

There was nothing good on, so I rolled over and decided to take a nap. I just didn't have the motivation to do anything.

As I laid there, I realized how much of a bad idea this was. All I could think of was Louis.

We used to watch films on this couch. We would cuddle, and eat popcorn.

I thought about the time we watched The Notebook. We were cuddling. I had my legs tossed lazily across his, and my head nuzzled in the little spot in his neck. It fit just like a puzzle piece. He has his  arm wrapped around me and he was rubbing my side. I felt so safe in his arms.

"We're just friends who live together Hazz. Just friends."

The loud comercial for Old Navy came on, and broke me from my train of thought.

I missed him so much, and he wasn't even gone. I just missed what we used to be.

He was mine, well not really. We were just friends who lived together, but I thought of him as more. He was all mine, and what was had was perfect. Louis didn't even notice that I was falling in love with him. He thought we were just really close friends. Everything was fine between us, until she came along.

Louis started seeing this girl Eleanor. Don't get me wrong, she was a beautiful girl, but I hated her. She took away my Louis. After they got together things changed between us. He wouldn't cuddle with me anymore, and he almost never called me Hazz or Hazza (a nickname he gave me). He wasn't my Louis any more, and I hated the girl for it.

I cried myself to sleep the night he told me that he had asked her out on a date. He alwasy talked about her infront of me, and I just sat there and listened. I had learned to pretend to be happy infront of him, but in reality, I was slowly breaking.  

I had never seen them together before. He would invite me to go out with them sometimes, but I always turned him down. I knew that I would finally break if I saw them together, and today I had.

I just laid there with my eyes closed. Every now and then a tear found it's way down my cheek. Thinking about him wasn't helping, but it was all I could do. I wiped the curls out of my face and sat up. 

I took a deep breath to try and calm myself again. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Louis would make us both our tea in the morning, because he was always the first one awake. 

As I waited for the water to boil I thought about what I would do when he came home. He has to come home. This is where he lives. He couldn't stay with her. I took another deep breath.

I opened the cabinet to grab a tea bag, then the phone began to ring. I wandered over and picked it up with out even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I stated as I held the phone to my ear with my sholder so I could continue to make my tea.

The other end of the line was silent. I placed the teabag in my mug. I plopped 2 spoonfulls of sugar into my mug as I waited for a response.

"Hello." I repeated a little more worried this time.

"Harry," I dropped my spoon as I heard the familiar voice, "I was planning on getting the answering machine, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I don't know if I'll be home tonight, so don't wait up. Okay?" Said Louis, calm and collected as if nothing had happened today.

I just soaked in the familiarity of his voice, then I repsonded "Oh. Okay." Then I heard the phone click, and that was that.

He sounded as if everything was normal, and we both know it isn't. 

When I heard his voice on the phone I remembered why he wasn't talking to me. 

Today was the day that I told him I loved him, as more than a friend, and he didn't respond well.