Little Things // A Larry Stylinson Faniction

Seven

"Harry, darling," She says, kissing my forehead, "you could've called me." I look at her.

"I didn't know, Gem. It just all came crashing down at once." She kisses my forehead again, like mum did, whenever we hurt ourselves. Except this was a different kind of hurt.

"What is it, Bambino, you can tell me anything." She pulls back my floppy fringe, placing more wet kisses on my forehead. I laugh slightly- she hasn't called me Bambino in years, and it feels weird to be bringing it back. I can feel her grin while placing a final kiss on my forehead.

"I love him," I say, and the words have escaped my lips before I know it. I suck in a breath. I never thought I'd admit it, especially to my sister.

"Who do you love, Bam-Bam?" She questions softly, taking my hands in hers. I take in another breath- I've gone too far, there's no point stopping now. 

"Louis," I murmur, his name reverberating inside my head. She says nothing, just holding my hands tighter. It seems like an eternity before anyone says something, and it's kind of nice, just sitting in silence, thinking thoughts.

"Do you want a tea?" Gem asks, getting up. I nod.

"We can talk then." Her eyes are shining, and it makes me feel so warm- she is truly more than I could ever ask for.

When the tea is ready, I sigh. I miss these kind of days: the ones where you can jut sit and talk and not worry about what you're going to do because you feel fine doing nothing.

"Harry?" Gemma repeats, looking up

"Hm?"

"Penny for your thoughts?" She sits down next to me, just about on top of me, wrapping her free arm around my shoulder.

"I-" I start, huffing, "It's weird. I thought admitting I loved him would make everything alright, or better yet, he'd come through the door professing his love for me. I guess it doesn't work that way."

"Oh, Haz," she says, as she sees the tears fill my eyes again, taking my tea from my shaking hands and placing it on the coffee table. Her warm arms wrap around me completely, just about suffocating me. But it's not like it changes anything- I'm already suffocating in the unbearable.

"I love him, and it hurts, because he doesn't love me back."

"You don't know that Har-"

"I, do, Gem, trust me, I do. Otherwise he'd be here right now, instead of out clubbing, probably looking for someone to have 'fun' with."

"Har-" She tries to press, put I know the truth

"Don't lie, Gemma. You know what he's like." She goes quiet now, looking out to the skyline, small apartment complexes piercing the horizon.

"I should just forget it now."

"Harry, you can't give up."

"It's not worth it, Gem."

"You love him! You've never told me you've loved anyone until him. It has to mean something."

"Look what it's doing to me, Gemma! I haven't even fucking talked to my best friends in how many days because I'm too busy looking after some asshole who doesn't even know I exist, even though I'm completely and utterly in love with him." I look up at her. She's biting her lip, a worried expression on her face. Except, she's not looking at me, she's looking behind me, to the front door. Fuck, I think, knowing someone's home.

That someone is Louis.

And he has another someone with him.

"Louis, hi," Gemma starts, looking at me with a maliciously perturbed look.

"Hi," Lou replies awkwardly, flexing his fingers around the other someone's waist. She's pretty, I guess, with her long, brown hair, and slim, hourglass figure. She's somewhat tall, only slightly more than Louis, but if she took her heels off, she'd be around the same height. She's wearing a purple, lacy camisole tucked into her black denim skirt, her fishnets abnormally tight on her small legs.

"This is Eleanor. I met her at the club." Eleanor, huh? She wiggles her eyebrows in Louis' direction, suggesting something that I would rather not ponder on.

"Uhm, nice to meet you," Gemma breaks in, slowly standing up, and placing her arms on my shoulders, sensing the tension between me and Louis. We've been staring each other down the whole time, unsure of how to act. He plays it off coolly, twirling Eleanor's hair across his fingertips.

'I wish that was me' Come the petty thoughts next, an unknown emotion bubbling just underneath my ribs. I want to scream; I want to cry; I want to laugh. But I can't: I am glued to the sofa, my eyes fixed on Louis and Eleanor, unblinking.

"We're just- we're just going to the bedroom," Louis explains, playing it off like it's nothing. Eleanor giggles, her cheeks blooming pink. Louis leads the way, and my eyes follow them, tears threatening to bubble over the edge.

"Hazza," My sister whispers into my ear, "Let's go get some tea somewhere else, huh?" I nod, scared that opening my mouth will cause the overflow of tears to tip over the edge. Gemma helps me up, holding my arm all the way to the car, even though I can walk completely fine myself. It's as we're driving that I let the tears fall from their perches. Just my luck lo have the one person I love walk in with a girl.

"Don't think about it, Bambino," Gemma says, reading my mind. I try to- I really do, but my mind just flicks back to the way he was touching her waist.