My fav Larry Stylinson stories

Don't Jump

Harry peered over the edge of the cliff biting his bottom lip until his teeth punctured the thick flesh and he tasted crimson. He gulped when the brisk wind gave him a forceful push causing him to waver slightly. His emerald gaze fixed on the waves crashing against the rocks furiously at the bottom of the jump and vaguely imagined his limp body lying there, pushed by the waves until he faded out of sight. He shivered, not from the cold, and let out a choked sob not bothering to hold it back, he was alone after all. He sat down on the damp grass his legs swinging over the edge dangerously.

Louis drove frantically, manuevering his car in and out of traffic lanes, running red lights and stop signs. He needed to find Harry, and he knew he needed to find him quickly. He knew he'd seen the tweets and probably thought it had been Louis who sent them. He wasn't answering his cell phone, and Louis had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He'd contacted the other boys, who were frantically searching the city just as he was. He came to a near empty road, driving quicker since there were not cars in front of him. He drove until he saw, far in the distance, a mop of curly hair. He parked the car on the side of the road, not wanting Harry to hear him and do something he could never take back. He got out of the car, walking slowly up behind his best friend. "Harry?" He said softly, hesitantly.

Harry's body tensed up at the familiar voice. "If there is anyone I don't want to talk to right now, it's definitely you." he snapped. "Leave Louis."

"Harry, please, I need you to listen to me," He took another step forward, hands shaking slightly.

Harry clenched his jaw tightly, "No Louis. I don't want to hear anymore bullshit! It's all bullshit! Isn't it? You don't care. You don't give a fuck, and I know that! So don't try to convince me other wise!"

"Harry, it wasn't me! For God's sake, do you really think I'd say that?" He shouted. "Why would I want to do that, hm? Give me one good reason why I would intentionally hurt you and those girls like that,"

"You let them! One promise dammit! That's all we agreed on! Never to deny anything, but you let them!" he yelled with his tears trickling to his neck, "You could have stopped them. I can barely deal with everything else and now this? Saying it's bullshit?!"

"I didn't know what to do! I didn't know they would say anything like that! If I delete it now it will only raise speculation. Isn't that what we're trying to avoid?!"

"Yes but still. You could have deleted it earlier. Speculation, yes. But the fans, they'll know it's not you! That small percent of the fans, they're all we have. But now, they think we hate them. What if they stop? Stop caring? Stop believing? Then it's just us."

"They won't stop believing. Come on, they've been here for too long to leave now. It's not like we've always been discrete," Louis reasoned. "And we agreed by the end of the year that we'd tell everyone, remember? Harry, just please come and talk to me. Come back here away from the edge, I'm begging you,"

"But I don't want to." Harry whispered glancing back at the edge.

Louis felt nauseous. "Baby, please. I need you more than anything. Let's go back home and we'll talk." It was getting darker and windier, and Louis knew there would be a storm coming. He'd sit out in the pouring rain if Harry wanted to, but only if Harry backed away from the ledge, which he was sure was a far drop. "Please, Haz,"

Harry sniffed. "Louis...it's so hard sometimes," He leaned dangerously forward, looking out over the water.

"Harry!" Louis immediately lurched forward and grabbed Harry by the waist, literally dragging him away from the edge.

Harry curled into Louis, sobbing brokenly into his chest and clutching at the material of the older boy's shirt. "I wasn't...wasn't going to,"

"It's okay," Louis whispered, rocking slowly back and forth with Harry in his arms.