Larry One-Shots

[4] Don't Cry

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"Harry, I swear, I didn't mean to!" Louis grabs Harry's hand, but Harry slaps it away. "But why did you do it then, hu? Why did you say, that it is bullshit? That we are bullshit?" Harry slams the door of their flat behind him and Louis.

"You know exactly why, babe." Louis hurries after Harry, who runs upstairs in their bedroom, but he is not fast enough, because when he is at the door Harry already locked it. "Modest told me to." He says sadly through the door.

"But you could've said 'no'! You could've told them to shut up and stop controlling our lives!" Harry whimpers and short after that Louis heard him sniffing. "You know that that doesn't work, angel. Please open the door. I need to see you, babe."

He hears nothing, but a quiet sob escaping Harry mouth. "Haz? Haz, open the damn door! Don't cry, please! Please don't." Louis has to bite his lip to stop him from crying too.

He hates their management. Why do they do that to them? They know exactly, that they hurt them and Louis can't stand seeing his babyboy sad. But what is even worse, to know that he is sad, but not being there for him, because he is in another country or he locked himself in their bedroom.

"Open the door, love. Please do that for me. You know how much I hate it when you are sad." He says, voice not steadily anymore, but loud enough for Harry to hear. The answer he gets is a sob, but Harry doesn't open the door.

"Angel, you have to open the door, if you want me to help you." Still no proper answer. Louis sights, but he won't go away and Harry knows that too. He sits down, back leaning against the door, legs pressed to his chest and his head on his knees. He hears Harry becoming quieter, either because he slowly falls asleep, or because he thinks, that Louis went away.

"Haz? I am still here, y'know?" He hears Harry sniff again, but it's even quieter and Louis thinks, he is probably already asleep.

Then Louis remembers, that he still has a spare key downstairs and he jumps on his legs and runs in the living room, where the keys are. He quickly search in the drawer of the couch table and finds it fast. When he has it, he runs back upstairs as fast as he can and puts the key in the lock and turns it around quickly.

When be opens the door his heart freezes at the sight. Harry lays on their big bed looking totally lost and small. He has one of Louis' sweater in his arms, cuddling it tightly. When Louis sits down on the bed he sees tears all over Harry's beautiful face.

That is when he realizes, that he is crying too. He is so sorry, that they have to go through something so hard. Harry doesn't deserve something like this. He deserves a better live were he is allowed to love whoever he wants, where he doesn't have to hide.

Louis lays down next to his boyfriend, cuddling him close and looking at the beautiful, sleeping face with his curls sticking up in all directions. Louis is surprised, when Harry wakes up. Normally when he just fell asleep it is hard to wake him up.

"Lou? I am so sorry! I- I didn't want to lock you out, but I was- was so mad, e-even if I know, that-that it was not r-really you. A-and now you are c-crying too and it's- it's all my fault a-and I wish we wouldn't ha-have to do this! I-I am so sorry, Lou."

Harry start crying again, because he wishes, that Louis would just see, that he is not worth it. He wishes, that Louis would see, that he could do so much better. He wishes, that Louis wouldn't have to go through so much pain.

"Angel? Look at me. It's not your fault okay? It's never been your fault and it never will be your fault. It's management's. And I understand you, that you locked yourself in here. I would reacted the same way. So please, please don't start crying again. You are much too beautiful to cry, my angel."

Louis puts his hand under Harrys chin and makes Harry look at him while he talks. He strokes hair out of Harry's face and wipes his tears. Because it's true, he is too beautiful to cry. Harry smiles weakly at Louis with tears still in his eyes, but he manages that smile, even if it's weak.

Louis pecks Harry on the nose, making Harry giggle lightly. "Aww, there it is. That beautiful smile of yours." Louis lights up as Harry giggles again and blushes a bit. He leans in again and brushes their noses together in an eskimo-kiss.

"I love you so much, my angel." Louis smiles at Harry. "I love you too, Lou." Harry whispers, before Louis closes the small gap between their mouthes. Their lips brush together and Harry leans in more, that they are pressed together. Louis smiles into the kiss, as Harry moves a bit to make it more comfortable and puts his hands in Louis caramel-brown hair. Their lips move perfectly together, as if they are made for each other.

They pull away after a few minutes, both panting a bit. Harry yawns a bit, tired from the long flight. "Angel? You are tired? Lets sleep, yeah? It's pretty late."

Harry nods and takes his clothes of. He is still in his black jeans and in his dark t-shirt. Louis does the same with his clothes and when they are both in only their boxers they lay down in the big bed cuddling as close as possible. Louis puts a blanket over Harry's and his body after Harry laid his head on Louis' chest kissing his neck.

Louis wraps his arms around Harry's slender waist holding him close. "Good night, Lou." Harry mumbles against Louis' bare chest. "Good night, my angel. Sweet dreams." Louis smiles, before kissing Harry's curls and closing his eyes drifting off in a deep, deep sleep.

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As you probably realized, I LOVE the nickname angel!!!
Hope you liked this One-Shot ^.^
Love you all! xx