Larry Stylinson (Jealousy)

Chapter 4

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Harry's POV

All 5 of us sat round a table, looking expectantly at management.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Someone from management shouted. "Now the Larry rumours are going to be back!"

"They never left." Liam said softly. Management turned to glare at him, telling him to shut up. He then redirected his gaze onto Louis. I instantly stiffened up. No one will talk to Louis like that.

"I hope you're feeling better." He hesitated. "But that was such a stupid thing to do."

"What were we meant to do?" I butted in. "Louis was about to faint, I can't just let him fall to the ground!"

I was so annoyed right now. This is what I mean by they wont even let us be friends. Friends help each other like I helped Louis. Lovers aren't the only ones who do that. I noticed Louis was uncharacteristically quiet during this meeting. I looked over to him to see him looking down at his hands, which were on his lap. He started to fiddle with them.

"Lou. You okay?" I asked him softly. I heard him let out a soft sigh before he looked up at management.

"What do you want me to do to make all the rumors go away?" He asked in a cold tone. What was he doing? Wasn't he going to fight for us?

"Get back with Eleanor." Management simply stated. I rolled my eyes. There was no way Louis would do that. He broke up with her because he hates lying. He's not stupid.

"Okay."

That was the one word that made my heart drop 5 feet. Okay? Okay? How could he say that?

"Lou.." I started off. I was interrupted by Louis standing up sharply, making his chair fall on the floor. I flinched slightly at his eyes when they turned to me. They didn't look scary...No. They looked sad. Sad and broken.

And that broke me.

I watched him walk out of the room.

It seems like I'm always watching him walk away.

Louis' POV

I walked out of the meeting, the tears threatening to come out. If they wanted me back with Eleanor, then that's exactly what I'd do. They are breaking me, bit by bit, and they have no idea.

I ran into my apartment once the drivers had dropped me off. I cried and cried for a good 45 minutes. I looked up at myself in the mirror and all I saw was a failure. I was a complete failure. What was good about me? My hair was always messy, I was so small, my voice was crap and I was from Doncaster. What could be worse?

I sighed, when an old feeling crept its way back into me. I suddenly knew what I had to do to make me feel better. I went into the bathroom feeling like a failure, then the next thing I knew, the contents of my stomach were being thrown up into the toilet. It felt better. I felt better. I felt pleased with myself. It's sick, I know, but it's true. I looked over to see my razor sitting there in the sink. I contemplated it for a moment before shaking my head and throwing up whats left of my food.

I lay in bed, feeling slightly dizzy. This always happens after I have done this. I would be fine by tomorrow. I rolled over to check the time. 10pm. I sighed slowly, I might as well get some sleep. Closing my eyes, I went into a dream which consisted of everyone I knew pointing out my flaws.