KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

ACCUSED

When Louis wakes up, the room is almost dark except for the dimmed light that comes from the small night lamp on Harry's bedside table. Louis can hear Harry flipping through a book next to him but he doesn't dare to move. He's even more insecure about what he should say now after his first attempt to confront Harry with his issue. After a while, Louis turns around and looks at Harry. It doesn't take long until Harry turns his head and looks at him too. This time, his face seems relaxed but still, his eyes aren't sparkling. Well . . . they were practically fighting, how could they. Harry doesn't say anything as he concentrates on his book again and continues reading. Louis stays quiet at first, then he decides to start the conversation. He just hopes he can contain himself and also, he hopes that Harry will not block his attempt. "Can we talk?" he asks, insecurity noticeable in his voice.

"Do you want to talk or accuse me of made up things again?"

"No, I . . . I want to talk." Louis sits down in his bed, pulling the covers up. Harry sighs as he puts his book away. "How can those things be made up when I heard you."

"You're doing it again."

"I heard what I heard."

"Then let's end this conversation because you seem to be quite sure about everything." Harry rolls his eyes as he's about to turn around again.

"I heard you talking to a woman," Louis blurts out. "You told her how beautiful she looked that day . . . she said that your hands were magical, that whatever it was, was forever and that you loved her." Louis picks on the pillow he has put onto his lap. "It's clear that you played with my feelings."

"I don't understand how you managed to listen to our conversation."

"Does it matter how? The fact that I shouldn't have listened is proof enough for me."

"You got that wrong. I have never played with you or your feelings."

"I got that wrong? Those were exactly the words I heard."

"The context was completely different."

"Oh really!"

Harry takes a deep breath and exhales audibly. "Louis. The woman was Walijah, my friend I spent time with in Paris. I met her by chance as she was staying at the same hotel as we did."

"What a coincidence," Louis growls.

"Stop being like that. There's no reason for you to be grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy."

"Sure, you are." Harry pauses. "I don't have a girlfriend and I'm not married to anyone."

"How your voice sounded was enough proof to me."

"We were talking about her wedding where I took pictures and that's why she said I had magical hands." Harry sighs. "She looked beautiful in her dress and yes, I love her but as a friend. She's a wonderful person."

"You don't talk to people just like that."

"That's how I sound, Louis . . . but obviously you don't want to believe me." Harry looks at Louis but as he doesn't react, he lays down again and continues reading. Louis stays quiet as he lays down too, not facing Harry. Even now, Louis is jealous and something deep inside hurts him. It's such a consuming feeling that makes Louis doubt his thoughts but also Harry's. He's an actor, he could do anything, he could say anything without Louis noticing it was a lie. But would Harry really do that? Louis thinks and thinks. He's not grumpy, he's hurt but he is too proud to admit that right now. In his mind, he repeats Harry's words over and over again and somehow, he wants to believe him but also, he doesn't. Louis is torn and even more insecure than before. He stays like this for minutes until his feelings overwhelm him. He wants to talk to Harry and tell him how much he wants everything to be normal again and he wants to be close to Harry again but also, he feels stupid for still questioning his view and too proud to admit it, even to himself. The pain in his heart aches immensely and the burn feels like fire and ice at the same time. His stomach is about to turn as sadness takes over. Louis feels hot tears falling from his eyes as he tries to hold them back but he can't. He would like to vanish into thin air immediately or travel back in time, back to the hotel where he would have stayed in his room to text Harry instead of walking down the stairs in order to look for him. Why did he even do that when he could have texted or called him? As he lets out a quiet sob, Louis feels incredibly embarrassed. It feels like hours until Louis feels Harry's hand on his back, rubbing it gently.