Fine Line - Larry Stylinson AU

Hour 9

Good morning/Afternoon/Evening my loves!!

Here is another part to my short Larry story!

Enjoy!

Love you all!

Nessie🥰😘
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The tall curly headed man finally walked into the room. Eyes red. This time he couldn't help himself and went to sit beside Louis.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then the blue eyed man kissed him. He hugged him to his chest and whispered into his ear

"I'm so sorry baby. You know I regret everything every day." Harry nodded gripping his shirt

He composed himself after a few minutes, then  nodded

"Okay. I'm good, i'm fine." Doctor hale sighed setting her journal down

"And what happened next? How could you have made things worse?"

"Fuck. Are you sure you want to be in here for this part?" Harry bit his lip and looked at Louis grabbing his hand

"Yea, i'm fine. It's in the past, and I love Freddie." Louis sighed gripping his hand tighter and kissed it

"Well doc....I messed about with some girls, and got one pregnant. Sooo, I have a four year old son." her mouth went gape, eyes wide

"For fuck sake. How are you two still together. I'm so thrown away by this." Niall smiled and looked at the couple

Harry started crying into Louis' neck remembering it all

"This is why their love is so strong. They've gone through hell and back. We love them so much and this is why we want them to be happy. They can get through anything."

"Thanks Niall."

"Well, go one then."

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It had been a month since Harry and I broke up. After he cooled down, were were finally on speaking terms. But only when we needed to talk to each other. We still tried to avoid one another a lot though.

Although, I was starting to realize what I had done. I was becoming miserable without him. But I knew he wouldn't take me back, not after how I ended things.

So I explored other parts of my life I never did outside of him and Eleanor.

I partied, smoked even more. I started messin' about with women. I hated it, but it was something that helped me cope. In those moments I realized what he felt by stringing along Taylor. It was hurtful, foreign even. But it momentarily made you forget about the shit  you've caused and felt.

It was now May. I went clubbing with the lads, and I met a stylist. She was blonde, alright looking. We started talking. We started going out

And Harry wouldn't dare ask about it. He'd see me in the papers, but never spoke a word about it. But I knew it was hurting him. And on some fucked up level, I didn't care. Because we were done. We couldn't see a way back to each other.

And then weeks passed, I woke up beside her. My heart completely fucking sank to the floor. I ended the fling with her right then and there. I had just fucked up big time and didn't know how I would tell him. So much pressure to seem alright in front of the camera, when really, I was falling apart without him and from what I had done.