Untitled (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter one

"I don't know what you want me to do. I can't apologize if I don't fucking know what you're upset about Louis!" Harry shouted frustratedly. He was pacing back and forth as Louis stood calmly, leaning his back against their dressing room door.

It scared Harry to see him that still and quiet. Louis was only calm when he was on the edge of exploding. Harry approached him slowly and bent down to look into Louis' eyes. "Boobear," he started nervously, "Please tell me why you're upset. I just wanna fix it, okay?"

Suddenly Louis stood up completely straight, causing Harry to jump and stumble backwards out of his way. "Do you Harold? Because to me it sounds like you don't care enough about me to pay attention to what's going on!"

Harry stuttered in confusion and the only thing he could think say was, "How could you think that?"

"How could I think that?" Louis mocked incredulously, "How could I not think that? You act all innocent all day while shamelessly flirting with anyone who has a mouth and smiles at you, you ignored me onstage every time I tried to get your attention, and you kept purposely doing things that you knew would turn me on! So you tell me how that shows that you fucking care about me Harry!" He had started out quietly, but by the end he was screaming his words.

Harry stared at him in shock before whispering, "But management told me I couldn't talk to you."

Louis glared at him and sat down on the dressing room's couch with his head in his hands. He looked up at Harry through his fingers and mumbled, "That didn't mean you had to flirt with everyone you saw."

Harry ran his fingers through his curls roughly and huffed out an exasperated sigh. "Lou, you know we have to pretend in public, but that doesn't mean I don't love you!"

"I don't care that we have to pretend in public, I care that you never notice when you've gone too far and you never apologize for all the shit that you know you do on purpose!"

"Well I'm sorry your feelings got hurt over something that we're being forced to do to keep our jobs!" Harry screamed sarcastically.

Louis lifted his head tiredly and said, "I'm sick of playing someone that I'm told I'm supposed to be, baby. I just want everyone to know that you're mine and I'm yours."

It didn't matter that Louis was speaking calmly and quietly, Harry was still way too angry to care. He stopped pacing and looked Louis straight in the eye and said angrily, "If you're so sick and tired of pretending, then go. Stop pretending that you care about me. Stop pretending that you actually want me. Stop pretending that I'm enough for you when it's so fucking obvious that you just want me to do everything you say!"

Nothing Harry said were things that he meant, and as soon as he saw the dangerous look in Louis' eyes, he wished he could take it all back. But before he could open his mouth to apologize, Louis started talking.

"You know what?" Louis asked quietly, "It's my fault that I love you. It's my fault that I chose to get angry. But it is not my fucking fault that you're just an arrogant son of a bitch who can't admit when he's sorry!" He finished angrily. As Louis' breathing slowed and his eyesight became less blurry he could see the look of betrayal on Harry's face and wished on all that he had that he could take back his words. Hurting Harry was one of the those things that always ends up hurting Louis just as bad. He hated seeing his Haz in pain, especially if he's the one who caused it.

Harry looked at Louis, but his eyes were too teary to see how much Louis regretted his actions. he slowly walked to the door, turned the doorknob, and looked back at Louis for the last time. "I guess if that's how you feel. I'll go. I'm tired of us hurting each other again and again. Since tonight was our last show you'll never have to see me again. I'm," his voice broke and he took a second to breathe before he looked up again, "I'm sorry."

He opened the door and walked out, but as soon as he shut the door behind him he let out an anguished sob and clapped a hand over his mouth. He saw everyone in the halls stop at him as he stumbled past, but he just kept moving until he made it to one of the cars hired to take them places and fell into the backseat. Harry was barely able to give the driver instructions to take him to his house, but he managed to choke it out between sobs. As the car started moving, Harry was finally able to get his breathing under control, but tears were still falling down his face. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall silently and hoped that the pain in his heart would disappear.