Fight for Me (Larry Stylinson)

1 - Date Night

"I think this is the last of it!" Harry panted, putting down a large box that was obviously heavy. His forehead glistened with sweat and the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt were rolled up to his shoulders, showing off his biceps. Although it sounds cheesy, or more like something from a movie, yes, his shirt was unbuttoned, also giving me a lovely view of his abs. It took me all I had not to leap on to him. But was there really from stopping me? This was our new house now, after all!

"Yeah, yeah, Styles," I laughed, "I get it, you're strong."

Wiggling his eyebrows, he flexed for me.

Chuckling, I rubbed the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away my own sweat. "You did a lot of the work, want me to get to unpacking?"

"Really?" He asks, his eyebrows shooting up, "you'd do that?"

"Well, yeah! Like I said: you did a lot of the work!" And by a lot, I mean most. It wasn't necessarily my fault I hadn't done much, I had a date with Eleanor tomorrow and I couldn't screw anything up, not to mention that it was right after the fucking day I got to be all alone with Harry.

"Thanks, Lou! I need a shower, ugh. I'm just going to get a spare change of clothes then drive over to Zayn's really quick, alright?"

"Yeah, but you know..." I got up and walked to him. Even though there was no one here but ourselves, I whispered in his ear, "it's not good to waste water...maybe we should shower together."

He burst out in laughter, blushing and shook his head. "I love you, Boo."

"Love you too, Haz"

"Again, thanks! Have fun unpacking I guess!" He pecked my lips then slithered into his bedroom (which was already set up) and grabbed a new shirt, some black skinny jeans, and some undergarments.

As he left, I just sat down on a box and sighed, rubbing my temples. The stress was overwhelming right now.

Amazingly, just as I had some time to myself to think, Eleanor called.

Knowing it would be rude to ignore (and management would kill me) I picked it up. "Hey, babe." I sighed.

"Hey, Lou! You don't sound so happy." I can tell she's frowning so I try to lighten up, the last thing I needed was her coming over.

"No, I'm fine! Just tired from moving all these boxes around! I didn't really think we had this much stuff! I have the duty of unpacking, fun, eh?" Oops, definitely wrong thing to say.

"Aw, you want me to come over and help?"

"Nah, I've got it--"

"Oh, c'mon Lou!" She asks in a baby-ish voice, "please?" I can almost see her batting her eyelashes as I sigh.

"Well alright...but I'm a mess." I knew this wouldn't keep her away, but it was worth a shot.

"That's fine!" She giggled, "see you in a few!"

As she hung up, I just screamed, so stressed.

Eleanor was a nice girl, she really was, and despite what people thought, she wasn't getting payed to go out with me; but management though she'd suit me nicely so they had Harry hook us up for them. She fell in love rather quickly, and although I was gay, I had to go along with the whole thing, if I didn't, again, management would get me. 

I felt bad for her, she was in love me, but I wasn't in love with her. It physically hurt sometimes, knowing I was betraying her like that...but I guess it's better she didn't know, right? I mean, if she did know, she would be so, so hurt...but, she was against Larry. She got really defensive over it (as you know). Denying rumors at the source, fighting off "deluded shippers", all that. She had no idea I was in love with Harry. And watching her cry because people called her a beard was horrible, almost as bad as seeing Harry cry....