death spells ☤ (larry stylinson) [ON HIATUS]

eight

harry edward styles.

harry styles.

harold styles.

harry.

harry was in a bit of a sticky situation.

ever since he was old enough to develop romantic feelings, they seemed to hit him pretty fast and hard.

unfortunately, he could confirm that at age twenty, soon to be twenty one, that was still the case. the thing is, harry never intended to fall for the people he did fall for, fuck, he didn't really intend to fall for anybody at all. it always began with teeny tiny mistakes that eventually opened harry's mind up and preyed on his insecurities and fear of abandonment. it made no sense, if he didn't catch feelings so quickly then he wouldn't have to feel like he was being abandoned all over again each time someone he was romantically interested in stopped talking to him. sadly, he was yet to acquire the skill of complete cold-heartedness.

sure, he could be an asshole at the best (and worst) of times, but he wasn't a monster, he had feelings too. which was why when niall had uttered the words at the café the week before, harry actually felt a small pang of pain in his heart. it was probably a coincidence though.

see the thing was, harry couldn't actually have feelings for louis. he needed him, sure, but not romantically. it was a pretty shitty plan, but sometimes you had to do shitty things to reach the top.

what harry was planning to do was; he was going to make louis fall for him, and if he didn't already get his big break in the time it took that to happen, then when the time was right he would ask louis to nab him a performance slot on his mother's show.

louis couldn't know this of course, so when harry's 21st birthday finally came around he used the event to his advantage.

it was another normal saturday. more customers were in the coffee shop due to the fact that it was a weekend, including louis.

now harry didn't really know what was happening to him recently because all he seemed to be doing was creating more and more tiny plans inside the little bubble of his major plan. the only thing was, he wasn't entirely sure if this miniature plan was more for the sake of his musical career or the budding crush on louis that had began to sprout.

he had ended his set with one of the first songs harry had ever wrote, it was entitled 'meet me in the hallway' and cheesily enough it was about a forbidden romance. it wasn't an upbeat song, it was mellow and calming - borderline sad. but harry, not being an offensive or rude person at all, had ended his set on a sad note to pave the way for his friend jade's set so she could lift the customers' mood with her music.

he used the time whilst she was performing to seek out louis, of course. not at all surprised to find that he was with liam and niall.

harry went and sat with them.

"uh, can we help you?" liam was the first to speak. the only reason harry knew all of their names was due to the fact that they were so fucking loud all of the time that i was kind of hard not to listen in on their conversations sometimes, whether he was on the stage or not.

harry blinked, shooting a glance at louis quickly before he replied to liam. "yes, you can actually." he scoffed, "or rather, louis can." a small smirk graced harry's face as he noticed the look of either confusion or realisation hit louis.

louis' eyebrows knitted together. "what?" he asked, and harry wasn't sure how to go about this. because on the one hand he loved drama and he enjoyed louis' company so it would be a good reason to talk to him, but on the other hand he didn't necessary want to turn louis against his friends. no matter how much he may have despised them. harry cleared his throat.