Larry Stylinson (Jealousy)

Chapter 5

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Harry's POV

All I could think about was Louis with Eleanor. I know they didn't think of each other in that way, but it still hurt. So freakin much. I pulled out my phone and sighed. I could only think of one person to ring besides Louis when I was sad...

Nick Grimshaw.

He picked up after 5 rings.

"Yello?" He answered, obviously drunk. I rolled my eyes.

"Nick?" My voice came out more fragile and hurt than I expected. I heard some shuffling before his voice came up again.

"I'll be at yours in about 20 minutes. Don't hurt yourself Styles." He said sobering up, and with that, he hung up. I let the tears out.

Nick was my best friend, not including Louis. He was an amazing guy. He was gay, whereas I was bi. Neither of us liked each other that way though.

He was just a brilliant friend who knew how much I cared about Louis. He used to try and get me to man up and take the plunge with Louis, but I never got around to it. He stopped trying and instead, just let me be. We talk less now. I think he may actually be kind of disappointed in me.

He was actually a huge Larry shipper, but for some reason, many of our fans seemed to think the exact opposite. Nick said it was because Louis always acted jealous when me and Nick were together. I didn't see that though...Definitely not anymore.

After about 20 minutes, I heard some cursing and someone opening my door. Yeah, he was definitely drunk. I got up, smiling slightly, knowing he will make me feel better. That's what friends were for.

I walked over to the door and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. It wasn't Nick at the door.

It was Louis.

And he was looking up at me extremely drunk. He walked towards me but stumbled. I quickly grabbed him so he didn't face plant the floor. I pulled him up so he was standing in front of me. His hot breath fanned my face and I couldn't help but look at his lips. They were so beautiful. Just like him.

"M'sorry." He slurred out his words. I snapped out of my trance long enough to sit him down on the couch.

I sat next to him and he just looked up at me with a pout on his face. He looked so adorable in that moment.

"I was st-st-oopid. Feel s'bad." He managed to get out.

"Louis. How much have you had to drink?" I asked sternly. He started counting on his fingers for the next couple of minutes.

"5 cider, 10 shots, some wine...err I forget." He started laughing at himself and I just rolled my eyes. He was so annoying, but for some reason, in this moment I wanted to be with him more than ever.

"Harry Styles where the fuck are you?" I hears Nicks voice shout from the other room. I widened my eyes. Shit. Louis really doesn't like Nick.

"That Nick..." Louis trailed off. I looked at him apologetically while he looked up at me with pain and betrayal in his eyes. Nick came into the room looking reasonably sober. He saw me and Louis and started backing out of the room slowly. Louis had other ideas though.

"You dick! You take my l-love! Hate you! You're mean!" Louis shouted at him, stumbling to Nick to hit him. He probably thought he was doing serious damage, but all he was doing was messing up Nicks shirt.

Nick looked at Louis then at me silently asking for my help. I got up and gently removed Louis arms, pulling his back into me. He relaxed against me and I hugged him softly before he turned around and pushed me away with a fierce expression. He then started on me.