Larry Stylinson

To The Beginning

L A R R Y    S T Y L I N S O N

Harry Styles

As my arms were tightly wrapped around Taylor Swift's back and her tender breasts were resting against mine, as she should be resting her chin over my shoulder like how I should be doing to her and like how I knew he would do to me, I looked away over the buildings of time square, up to the pitch black sky—no moon, no stars. Why did I look away? What was I thinking?

I couldn't help but to compare it with my life, filled with darkness, no lights, no escape.

Then when she released me, I leaned into kiss her lips, closing my eyes. Something glowed in the dark of my consciousness. I had no doubt that the guy I saw was so close to me. He looked into my eyes over his thin curved lips. His triangular face was unlike any guy I'd ever met. It was Louis Tomlinson.

At that same moment, I realized how much I missed him and how happy he must be with the Eleanor. After that, I felt wounded.

Taylor Swift and I were supposed to be going to a midnight bistro and talk about our last New Year's Eve, which I had no interest in, but I lied to her that I wasn't feeling very well and headed back to the hotel. I wondered if Taylor knew I wasn't into her.

My room was next to Taylor's. I went inside, stripped down, crawled into bed and buried myself in thoughts.

I rinsed my fingers over my favorite but most painful tattoo that said, 'I Can't Change'. Suddenly, I felt a stab in my chest right where my heart was. I wiped off my tears just in time when someone knocked on the door, knocking my off of my thoughts.

"Harry?" Taylor's soft voice appeared from outside. I rapidly went to turn the lights off.

She must have known I did it on purpose. I waited for Taylor to say another word, but I could only hear silence and I knew she was gone. Of course, it was unfair for Taylor and I felt sorry for her that she didn't know the truth, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I just miss Louis too much. Damn it!

Louis Tomlinson

       I was sitting on the coach, feeling blank. Eleanor was in the kitchen, getting wine and glasses. She wore a too tight and too short nightgown. She came to hug me from behind with the bottle and glasses in both of her small hands and then kissed me on the cheek. Something slippery discomforted me. He never had lipstick on. Well, of course because he didn't use lipstick. As soon as, the bottle and glasses were on the table, she jumped over to kissed my lips and make her way down to my neck, while her hands were busy unbuttoning my shirt. I stayed still, when she took off the gown and then pulled my hands up to cup her breasts. She leaned in to kiss me on the lips again, this time inserting her tongue into my mouth. I took my hands off and turned away before she could finish.