everything // LarryStylinson

2. Harry

I can't get the words out of my head.

You've ruined me. You ruined my life. I never want to talk to you again. Sure, we'll have to interact for band purposes but other than that, I'm done. I never loved you. You were nothing to me. None of it was real. I played you and you let me. We are fucking finished.

The fact that he couldn't talk to me face to fucking face makes it hurt even worse.

I really don't even know what to say. I'm pretty fucking speechless.

So I am completely fucking confused as to why he's trying to talk to me. I am giving him what he wanted.

I shed my sweatshirt and flop onto the bed in just sweatpants. I've never felt more alone than I do in this moment. I close my eyes and attempt sleep, though it doesn't come easily

----- The Next Morning ☀️

"Harry, wake up! Chris is here for a meeting." Niall pokes at my cheek in effort to wake me up.

"Tell him I'm busy," is all I could come up with. I really do not want to see Louis right now.

"Harry, you gotta come man. This guy said he'd rip off my sack and shove it down my own throat if I come out of this room without a Harry," Niall practically begs, fear in his voice.

"He did not say that," I reply with a sigh as I peel myself off the bed. I don't bother putting on any more clothes, so I walk out in my sweats, shirtless. My terrible mood and saddened state has made me unmotivated to "dress to impress."

I can feel Louis' eyes on me. I don't know what he's looking at, he's made it very fucking crystal clear that he no longer wants anything to do with me.

"Nice of you to join us Harry." Chris taunts me as soon as I sit.

So it's going to be one of those meetings...

"As you are well aware, you will be performing at the Summertime Ball tomorrow at Wembley Stadium. You are set to perform 6 songs. Steal My Girl, Girl Almighty, Night Changes, Story of My Life, What Makes You Beautiful, and finally Best Song Ever. Harry, you are going to be singing Zayn's parts, as well as all of yours. Bring your inhaler or something, no excuses." Chris pauses for us to absorb all the information.

What a fucking dick.

Sure, I can do it. However Zayn and I both were considered lead vocals, so asking one person to do both is kind of fucking nuts. I wish it could be spread out more among all of us.

"Now, we are allowing you to choose what you wear. Within our guidelines, obviously." Chris adds on, earning and eye roll from Louis and I.

"That reaction brings me to my final point that I came out here to make. You two, there better not be any bullshit on stage. Consider this your final warning." Chris concludes, directed towards Louis and I.

With that I've officially had enough. I kick my chair behind me and go back into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

Fuck these people. Louis and I aren't even together right now and they still manage to get inside my fucking head.

Shit like this is definitely why Louis left me in the first place, I'm sure of it.

I flop back into bed and close my eyes. I'm exhausted, I did not sleep well last night.

Probably because I was alone and sad.

After about 10 minutes, but what felt like forever, I hear a knock on my door.

Annoyed, I get up and open it.

I see Louis and immediately start to shut it. The door is stopped by his tiny foot in his black vans shoe. I open it back up and look down to stare into his tired, sad eyes.

"Harry, I know why you're avoiding me. I didn't write that. I would never say anything like that to you. You are my world. No wonder you're pissed," He rambles so quickly that he's out of breath. A single tear flows down his cheek, followed by an entire stream of them.

I really do believe him. Management has tapped in to our phones before, but they've never sent texts and erased them. They usually mess around on our instagrams.

I'm not really sure what I can say right now, so I just pull him into my chest. He rests his cheek in between my two bird tattoos, and I rub my hand on his back.

"I'm getting real tired of this shit," I sigh and pull him in closer, if that was even possible.

"I know. I'm really tired of them coming between us. Next time please come talk to me Harry. Don't shut me out. That was really awful, what they wrote. My heart shattered when I realized you thought I wrote you that message. They haven't done anything in a while, but I guess we can't get too comfortable." Louis replies and I step back into my room, grabbing my phone and deleting the message.

"I'm sorry Lou," I sigh in response and place my hand on the spot on my back that is in excruciating pain.

"Only you would apologize for someone else's wrong doing. You okay?" Louis' tone goes from lighthearted to concerned in a matter of seconds.

"Yeah, the usual," is all I can say through the pain.

"You take anything for it?" He worriedly asks while looking up at me.

"Nah, only just got up before this meeting." I reach for a white t shirt and slip it on over my head, Louis' eyes never leaving my body.

He goes into my bag and take out my prescription. "I'll get you some water," Louis states and is back within seconds.

I quickly take the pill and finish the rest of the water.

"Now that we're speaking again, I have to say something..." Louis stares into my eyes, causing my breath to hitch.

He is really breathtaking.

"You look really good today,"