11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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Daily Express

“Louis Tomlinson outed himself to be gay with one of his band members who has now passed away. Relationship had been going on before they were a world sensation.”

 

The Sunday Mirror

“Louis Tomlinson band member of One Direction claims he had a relationship with Harry Styles, which has now passed away”

 

Heat Magazine

“Louis Tomlinson homosexual? Claimed so in his interview.”

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“Louis how are you doing?” Zayn greeted me as he stepped into the impeccably messy Tomlinson-Styles living room. It wouldn’t stay like that for long, not with everyone coming over… I had no idea why I should clean it with nobody around anyways.

“What do you think?” I asked

“I can’t imagine. I feel so bad for you Louis. I just want you to be happy.”

“You know what? I am going to be happy. I just outed myself and I don’t care what anybody thinks. I’m going to go to a gay bar or something and find a guy. Harry wasn’t the one holding me up.”

Harry was the one holding me up. He was the reason I was still alive. Denial was probably the best way to handle situations at the moment.

Zayn raised an eyebrow with interest. “You sure bout that mate?”

“Yes. I’m gonna go out right now.” I said as I picked up my jacket and walked out of the room without even say goodbye.

The streets were empty and I figured I should go to the city and get myself some action. I hopped into my car and drove for thirty minutes until I could find some place to relax.

This place was crowdy. Very crowdy. I didn’t know where I was stepping until this guy pulled my arm and sat me down. The guy right in front of me couldn’t be what I was seeing. His eyes were emerald green, brown curls, soft pink lips. This couldn’t be real.

“Harry?”

“No haha, I’m Nick. What’s your name?”

“Louis. Louis Tomlinson.”

“You must be kidding. I fucking adore you man. I couldn’t tell. The light is very dim here.”

“I could tell.”

“Why are you here?” he asked as if he really wanted to listen and I told him. I told him everything and we were drinking at it.

As time went by I noticed his habits. His moves were so much like Harry’s. Maybe it was my drunk talk but whenever his curls fell in his eyes he would slowly move them away with his hand, he licked his lip and bit it from time to time, he couldn’t stop smiling. But maybe it was all an illusion because I was the farthest thing from sober by the time I had noticed these things.

“I loved him. I loved him so much.”

“I know you did, but maybe it’s time to move on.” And I could feel his hand slowly slipping up my shirt as he pulled me closer into a theatrical kiss. Those kind that Harry gave me. Soft, sweet but at the same time daring and hot. I could feel his tongue moving in my mouth and I gripped  onto his back and I didn’t even care that people were around us.

“I know we just met,” he said whispering, breathing heavily into my ear. “But you can’t imagine the things I want to do to you.”

I could feel my body shiver, butterflies, goose bumps. It was the kind of way Harry would whisper stuff in my way. So seductive. So dangerous. So beautiful.

His hand was on my thigh squeezing, touching, rubbing and slowly going up while kissing my neck and I was laughing hysterically but I didn’t think he’d mind because he was drunk too.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” I whispered in his ear and he grabbed my hand while pulling me towards the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom I was laughing and he was practically dragging me. Once we entered he pushed me to the wall and unzipped both of our pants. His dick was so big but I could barely see a thing. It was a blur. He’d kiss my neck before he turned me the other way. Just like Harry used to do. He slowly entered in me while grabbing my neck and going in me deep. My fingers were wrapped around his and it hurt so much. He tentatively pressed a little deeper. I whimpered but he didn’t retreat like Harry would. He pressed forward again, going in a little more. It hurt me a lot. It hurt me so much to the point it brought tears to my eyes. For Nick, there was a level of how tightly his dick could be squeezed before it was more uncomfortable that pleasurable. My arse was tighter than pleasurable.

Nick was rocking his hips until he got a steady rhythm going. I could hear Nick groan. To say Nick was enjoying this, it would be an understatement. I closed my eyes and imagined Harry behind me. Doing that to me. Tears were flooding from my eyes but no sound. No way I’d let Nick see me like this while his dick was being shoved up my arse.

Nick moaned as he emptied himself deep inside me while cursing so deliriously. That was possibly the grossest feeling ever – maybe along with the uncomfortable throb in a place where throbbing never normally occurred.

“Fuck Louis.” He said as he started kissing and sucking on my neck. I put on my pants and slipped on my shirt as fast as I could. I gave Nick my number and ran out the door.

My hand was dripping of sweat and so was my forehead. I couldn’t see a thing. It was all a blur, my belly was hurting and I was dizzy. I went out of the club’s door and I threw up right outside the door. Wiping my mouth, I fell on the floor and started crying hysterically. My life was a mess. I was a mess. I just wanted to die and I was about to do that right at that moment.

It was as if I could hear Harry telling me “Don’t sit around telling me how much you love me and miss me because those are the things I wanted to hear when I still could hear.”

It was so painful. Hearing his voice. Him so vile, so mean. His fault. He did this. He didn’t have to. What was going on? What was I saying? What was I thinking? What was I doing? What. What. What. This was so messed up I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt sick to my stomach. I missed him so much I felt physically sick.

“Save me!” I was yelling but nobody would listen. This was probably the worst day since Harry’s death. Memories were coming. I could see him. I swear to God he was right in front of me. He was telling me to stay strong. But I couldn’t. I was strong, or at least I was trying for too long now. It was over and my decision was made. I was going to go pay Harry a visit. A visit in heaven. Or hell. Wherever the fuck he was.