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Opened the Door to Hell

"Hows this , Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that."

Harry was staring at the tweet Louis had tweeted only a few minutes ago, tears streaming down his face. The first thing he'd done right after he read the tweet for the first time was to hide himself in the back of his closet, curling himself and letting the tears fall down his cheeks.

The tweet had hurt, more than it should.

Countless texts from the other boys, his sister, his mom and Louis coming into his phone, but he refused to read them. He knew it would only be countless texts of "are you okay?".

He wasn't though. He knew that it wasn't true. He knew that Louis hadn't meant what he wrote. It was just another way to keep them a secret and let the fans believe that his relationship with Eleanor was real, even though it wasn't.

He looked trough his mentions, fans tweeting him, asking him if he was okay, saying they felt sorry for him, saying that he must be hurting, hurting over Louis' tweet. They couldn't be more right.

Not many people knew, but Harry had a secret tumblr account, pretending to be a so called Larry Stylinson shipper. He didn't do much, but he observed what they were saying about them.

Seeing countless posts of people saying how much they loved them, how much they believed in them and how much they wanted Louis and Harry to be happy with each other.

It made Harry happy and he wished all their fans was like that.

Unfortunately not all were. He had been on the receiving end of a lot of hate coming from Elounor shippers and Calderics. He had been told to kill himself, been told that he wasn't a real fan for shipping Larry, that he's the reason why him and Louis aren't spending time together and that he's ruining Louis and Eleanor's relationship.

It hurt, even though he knew that wasn't true. Well it couldn't be true, considering he was part of one direction and the other half of Larry Stylinson, but it still hurt. He thought about all their fans that would receive that kind of hate every day, being told that what they believed in was wrong, how they weren't real fans and how they we're ruining a relationship that obviously wasn't real.

Scrolling trough his dash he could see how everything went down. People were told to kill themselves, some of them slowly giving in, saying that they would. It hurt Harry, these were their fans, without them, they wouldn't have been so successful.

His inbox was getting bigger and bigger, message after message popping in, but he refused to open them, refuse to look at them, already knowing what they said.

Louis had also tweeted that he was thankful for all their real fans, giving the impression that those who shipped Larry wasn't real fans. Which Elounor shippers and Calderics gladly used against them now that it had been coming out of Louis' mouth (or twitter).

He could see countless posts from Larry shippers who refused to back down from what they believed in, saying that they may not be real fans, but they were happy to be fake fans, happy to stand up for what to believed in no matter what.

Harry was thankful for those fans and seeing all the hate and threats they were getting broke his heart.

"Harry? Harry are you in here?"

Louis' voice came ringing trough their apartment, making Harry hold his breath and try to keep as quiet as possible.

He could hear footsteps coming closer to his and Louis' shared bedroom and he tried to hide further into his closet, not really wanting to talk to Louis.

"Harry?"

He didn't answer, he barely breathed, sitting completely still hoping that maybe Louis would leave before he found him.

No such luck though. His phone started ringing really loudly in his hand which made Harry curse for forgetting to turn it on silence.

A few seconds later the closet door opened and Louis stood by the door looking down on him.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Leave me alone, Louis."

Tears were still streaming down his face and he furiously tried to wipe them away, to no use.

"Haz, what's wrong?"

"I saw the tweet. And even though I know you didn't mean that it still hurt. Not just for me, but also for those thousands of fans who's now getting told to kill themselves, that they're worthless, not real fans and that they ruin everything. You opened the door to hell for those girls."

Louis sat down beside him, trying to get close to him. But Harry tried to get further away, which Louis noticed and just sat down.

"You know I had to do it, Harry."

"I know, but you could've at least done it a proper way instead of attacking that poor girl! You could've just nicely say that there weren't anything between us, that we're just best friends. And that you love them for supporting us! I've seen at least one girl who said she would kill herself after so much hate from other fans. Fans of you and Eleanor's relationship and fans of your fucking beard. You practically told them it was okay for them to send hate, that it was okay for them to tell people to kill them self and that they're the real fans. Did you know that those "real fans" are the ones that hate on me, that I don't deserve to be in the band, that Eleanor should replace me, that I should kill myself so that you and Eleanor can be happy. You fucked up everything, Louis!"

He was crying hard now, struggling to breath and trying hard not to do something stupid, like punch Louis for being and idiot.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that. You know that I wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. Not you and not them. I didn't mean for it to come out that way."

He tried to hug Harry again, hoping that Harry would give in, but of course he wouldn't.

"Please get away from me, Louis. I just can't touch you right now. Just look at this!"

He handled over his phone to Louis, letting Louis read trough the many messages he had gotten on tumblr, most of them hate.

He could see tears now rolling down Louis' cheek as he read message after message from Harry's inbox.

"Harry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to let things getting this far. If I only knew how much this affects people, I wouldn't have done it. I swear."

"You need to fix it, Louis. You need to apologize to them somehow."

Louis nodded and gave Harry back his phone.

"I promise."

They sat in silence for a while, both of them crying. Harry for those girls who he knew probably would end their lives and Louis for fucking everything up.

"Hazza?"

"Hm?"

"Will you please hug me now?"

And Harry did, collapsing into Louis' arms and burying his tear stained face into Louis' neck.

By:onedirectionconflictions.tumblr.com