Demons - Larry Stylinson

Chapter One

"Lou, lets go on a date."

I look up, startled to hear Harry's voice.

"Uh- are you sure Harry? I mean, we haven't really been out in a while, and you know what happened last ti-"

"I know Louis." He says in a harsh tone. He sighs and rubs his forehead, running his fingers through his hair. I look at him helplessly.

"Harry-"

"Get your coat. We're going baby."

I sigh and run to grab my coat and wallet. When I get back, Harry is no where to be seen.

Then the door bell rings. I close my eyes and grin. I walk to open the door.

My Harry is standing there, is feet touching, long legs and all. His head is tilted slightly and he has this goofy grin on his face. His dimples are endearing, and his hair is swept to the side, so different from his usual quiff. He probably just swiped it down when I left. He's also changed clothes. How did he do that so fast? He has black skinny jeans on with a black cotton button up long sleeved shirt. He looks cuter than ever. But not only that, but he has a bundle of red roses in his hands.

All of this passes through my mind in seconds. I gasp at the sight of him, and smile so wide I feel my face starting to hurt. Harry just lets out a small chuckle.

"Hello Louis Tomlinson. I'm here at this hour of the day to ask if you would like to go on a date with me." He looks at the ground shyly. "I mean only if you want to of course."

I grin and hug him tightly.

"Of course baby." I whisper.

Maybe Harry is back.

***

All goes well.

Until we get to the movies.

I order us a popcorn and head back to the entrance to the door to Mockingjay.

I open in, and everyone is staring at Harry. He is staring into space, yelling at someone whom I can not see. I do not what he is yelling about exactly, but he is seething. His fists are clenched at his sides, and his green eyes are a deep shade of jade. He has an angry frown set across his face.

I rush over to where he is standing, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Harry. Baby. Please stop." I say calmly. He looks at me, barely flinching before turning back to face, well, the air.

I grab his arm and shake it back and forth.

"Harry. I'm serious. Snap out of it."

"He's mine." He growls. He stalks forward, reaching to grab at something that only he sees.

Tears start to form in my eyes. "Harry. Sweetheart. Baby. Lovely. Haz." I say, my voice breaking at the last name.

He snaps his head sideways to look at me. His eyes are wide and shining with regret.

"Y-you called me H-Haz." He stutters in a incredibley sad but hopeful voice.

I nod, thoughts racing through my mind. I haven't called him that in so long. I always did when we were dating and when we first got married. But then, this happened, and, I just, stopped, I guess.

His eyes are welling up with tears. He completely forgets about yelling and wraps me up into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Lou. I don't know what to do. They just keep coming. And they won't stop. I try to tell them, to tell them that you're mine and they keep trying to take you. I promise I won't let them."

Everybody's eyes are fixed on us. I feel like we are in a drama TV show.

And Harry seems like the protagonist.

***

I drive us home. The ride is close to silent, filled with shallow breaths and sniffles. Harry has not stopped crying since what happened, and I don't blame him. We are so, so broken. We used to be so happy. We were the couple that everyone was disgusted by because of how close we acted around each other, no matter who was around. We were the couple that got the looks that said, "You two are so cute." We were the couple that held hands no matter where we were. We were the couple that kissed on the subway, or made out on a park bench. We were the couple that did everything together. We were the couple that everyone knew came as a package deal. It wasn't just Harry Styles, or just Louis Tomlinson. It was Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Until we got married. Then it was Harry and Louis Styles.

I like how that sounds.

Louis Styles.

People always told me that I should keep my name, and that Harry should change his last name to Tomlinson.

But I always seemed to think of Harry as the man in our relationship; the one that hold us both together. He was the one that took me on dates and payed for the meal. He was the one that proposed.

Not only that, but I wanted everyone to know that I was Harry's. That I belonged to him. And he was mine.

I remember so clearly when he proposed.

We were playing FIFA in my apartment. My legs were draped across his lap, and there was a bowl of pretzels between us. His hair was pulled back in a forest green bandana, and he had a black Ramones t-shirt. Frankly, he looked more beautiful than ever. Our games of FIFA got very heated. One of us would always end up screaming at the other.

No hard feelings though.

Anyways, I had just scored a goal, and I got up to do a victory dance. Harry didn't look mad though. He just looked incredibley fond.

His eyes were soft, and he had a small smile on his face.

"God I just love you so much." He breathes.

I look at him, a bit confused.

"And I love you." I say lightly.

That's when he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a black box. My body goes rigid.

"So. Louis. Louis William. Louis William Tomlinson. Louis William Styles. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I mean, I think it does. If that was you're name, everyone would have to know that you belond to me. That you're mine. And you're just so beautiful Lou, you know that? Like you have the most gorgeous smile on this planet, and you're laugh is so amazing. I love you so much. And I was kind of thinking about this the other night in bed. Like, what if we got married? What if I could wake up beside you, and be able to call you my husband. How awesome would that be? And I know most people talk about their relationship when they propose, but I kind of just wanna talk about you. Because I love you more than anything in the world. And you are my sunshine. So, I was wondering," he gets down on one knee, "will you marry me Louis?"

I am shell shocked. His whole speech was so Harry. It wasn't set up, or cheesy, it was just Harry. And that's what I loved about it.

He's sitting on the ground, staring up at me. His eyes are shining and he's got this huge grin on his face. He doesn't even look nervous, because he knows that I'm going to say yes. He knows. Because that's how we are. We know everything about each other. He knows me so well, and he knows that I love him with every bone in my body, and cell, every muscle, every fiber in my being. He knows that. So he knows what I'll say.

"Course, you bloody idiot. Now let's get back to the game so I can beat your arse into the ground." He slips the ring onto my finger, and plants a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. He then pulls me onto his lap, and we start playing the game. And life is good.

"I'm so sorry Louis." Harry sobs.

I reach over, thumbing over the ring on his finger.

"I love you Haz." I whisper.

He looks at me tearfully.

"I-I love you too Lou. So much. You're my sunshine."

And that's when I burst into tears.