Camping Anyone? // Larry Stylinson

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Harry woke up in a unfamiliar bed that Thursday morning, and for about three seconds, everything was okay. That was before he remembered the night before.

"Ugh," he groaned, tearing up again. He had been so torn last night, and when he had seen Louis making out with Eleanor, he lost his mind and decided to snog Ed. There was no logic behind it, he wasn't even trying to make Louis angry or anything, because he obviously wouldn't care.

Harry looked around the room he was in. He was in a double bed with white sheets, and a white duvet. The walls were painted grey, and there was a window beside the bed over looking a park. This must've been Ed's flat.

He pulled himself out of the bed, and realised he was still fully dressed. He opened the door, and walked into the hallway. He could hear Ed and Niall's voices down the hallway, in what he suspected was the kitchen.

"Hey Harry," Niall said softly as Harry entered the kitchen. "How're you feeling?"

"Shit," Harry mumbled and sat down on one of the barstools.

"Headache or..?" Niall asked.

Harry let a tear slip down his cheek. "No, it's fine."

"I'm sorry Hazza," Niall said, giving Harry a tight hug. "I was sure he was into you."

Harry wiped his tears away. "I was starting to think the same thing."

Ed gulped. "If it makes you feel any better, remember, he was absolutely pissed, and he definitely wasn't thinking straight. He probably had no intention on kissing that girl whatsoever."

"I don't think so," Harry whispered. "That girl... we've been constantly running into her... and she seems to really like Louis."

"That doesn't mean Louis likes her back, Harry," Niall said.

"He fucking called her hot!" Harry cried.

Niall rubbed the curly-headed boy's back. "Shhh, it's okay! He was probably just fucking around."

"No he wasn't!" Harry whimpered, leaving the kitchen, flooded in tears. "And don't even think about trying to disturb me!" He yelled as he made his way to the front door and slammed it. He knew he shouldn't have, it was Ed's flat and all, and he had no right to be slamming his doors.

Harry collapsed down on the sidewalk and cried his heart out. He didn't care if anyone saw, he was heartbroken right now. He pulled out his phone to check the time. 12:24.

Suddenly Harry's phone dinged, and he checked it again. It was a text. From Louis.

Louis: im sorry.

Harry groaned and ignored the text. Yeah right he was sorry! He was probably fucking that Eleanor girl right at this moment.

Harry then heard Ed's front door opened and click shut and he snapped his head around to see the ginger haired lad walking towards him.

"Ed, don't," Harry said, and put his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, I just want to talk about last night," Ed said, sitting down on the pavement beside Harry.

"Well guess what, I don't!" Harry exclaimed, head in his hands.

"Harry, you can't just bottle it all up. You're devastated, it's obvious."

"Of course I'm devastated!" Harry snapped. "I just witnessed the love of my life make out with someone else!"

"Harry... that's kinda what I want to talk about," Ed said quietly. "If he's the love of your life, why did you kiss me?"