Sticks & Stones [Larry]

*******I just wrote this right quick, it's kind of shitty but I didn't feel like making it "perfect" sorry if you hate it*************

Everyone on twitter was frantic and worried. The trends were filled with devastating news, all relating back to the same subject. It was heart breaking to witness hundreds of thousands of people going through the same loss. Every tweet contained so much emotion, so much misery. Louis clicked on the trend "Harry why" and remained motionless while scanning over dozens of words. It tugged at his heart strings, he was trying so hard to stay strong but with every tweet he was falling apart even more. With every person blaming him, he felt the hole in his heart grow bigger. 

"Harry would've been better off without some shit friend like you."

"Fuck you Louis"

"u should of said no, u should of kept the secret.. u just had to screw everything up, cant do nothin right"

"fucked enough shit up yet? born gay and fucked up harrys life too guess he didnt love u as much as u thought"

"no one ever liked u anyways"

 Louis' bottom lip quivered and a tear rolled down his cheek.

He clicked back to the home page. R.I.P Harry Styles was the top trend for the last four hours, and the time was adding on.

Beside him sat a crumped piece of paper. He carefully lifted it up and re-read the words.

I tried Louis. I had myself convinced that everyone was going to be so supportive. I thought we could finally stop hiding who we truly are. I was so happy, I couldn't wait to walk the streets holding your hand in mine, showing you off to the world. Letting everyone know that you're mine. I thought everything was going to change, and everything was going to get better....

They lied. They said they'd be there for us, they said they'd love us no matter what. They said 'we'll still be fans'... and I wish it was true. But I couldn't live knowing I was the reason One Direction hit rock bottom. I never realized how big of a deal it was to be dating someone the same gender as you. I figured no one really cared as long as we were happy. I mean love is love, you know that right? Who you love shouldn't define if you're a good person or not... 

I'm sorry, I can never forgive myself. If I didn't convince you and the band and everyone else that it was time we should come out as a couple, none of this would of happened. Our sales plumeted, the fans flew away.. they all act as if we're diseased or something. All I wanted was to be accepted.. to be able to kiss you in public.. to show how much I love you and how I'd do anything to make you smile. I kept reminding myself "sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me". But words do hurt, they cut like knives. I couldn't handle the rude remarks I was getting every time I walked out in public... and twitter wasn't helping the case... it was too overwhelming.

They hated me when they thought I was straight, but when they found out who I really was, the death threats tripled. Basically every fourth tweet I saw had some sort of relation to suicide.

"People like you are the reason this world is so fucked up." they said.

"slit ur throat u fuckin faggot"

"if u dont kill urself ill personally do it for you"

"can't believe I liked that queer"

"i hope you die"

so you know what? I listened to them..

they finally got what they've wanted for so long.

I'm sorry.

Louis let out a sob as he clutched onto the note. His hands were shaking terribly, making it difficult to control the mouse on his computer. Just as he was about to sign off twitter, he saw something that caught his eye. His vision was blurred but he managed to read Harry's last tweet.

It had two words.

You won.