Blind Love; Larry Stylinson

Chapter 4 Continued

Here's the rest of Chapter 4!! Hope you enjoy!

This was not happening. Someone seriously did not just see us have a 'moment', and see us reveal our true feeling to each other.

We quickly spread apart. "What did you just see?" Harry questioned hesitantly.

"The best thing to be posted on Twitter, ever!" The intruding girl informed us. We glanced at each other  having a mental conversation about 'this' never breaking the public. "Unless..." She continued, "you give me front row tickets to your next concert, VIP backstage passes, a whole day with you two and the boys..." She trailed off.

"Done!" We both said as fast as we could, determined for her to keep this to herself.

"And!... You have to tell me what is going on. Explain, to me, what I just saw. Larry drama is the best! And if you don't do what I ask, this video," she waved her iPhone in our faces, "will go viral on YouTube." she finished with a smirk of satisfaction on her face. She crossed her arms.

Harry and I exchanged looks of agony. We couldn't believe we were getting blackmailed by a little girl. But we both agreed to it. We told her we were joking around, practicing for a play Zayn wrote for Harry and some chick, and that I was just helping him out with his lines.

She looked at us as we told our very fake story to her, with a confused expression  "That didn't look fake.. But whatever, as long as I get my ticket and backstage pass." She told us. "I'll be at the town diner." She happily skipped off. We sighed in relief. 

Harry turned to me, once we were positive she was truly gone, and began, " 'this' cant happen. I was lieing. I don't love you." He turned around, his back to me and sighed, then began walking off. His bitter bluntness sent a shock that ran through me, hitting me as hard as a feeling could, right in the chest. This was not happening. He didn't love me.

I fell to my knees at that thought, tears soaking my face. When he said that he was in love with me I could feel that it was true, but now he didn't even just love me? Harry, the love of my life, had just stabbed me with the metaphorical knife of rejection. I was clenching my chest, very tight trying to hold the metaphorical wounds together, along with trying to hold my insides in. Even though I could tell something had escaped. Part of me was missing.

When  Harry left the park with me crying, he had taken that missing part. My heart. He stole it. I struggled to stand, but made it to my feet, then stumbled to a park bench. I immediately curled up into a ball, my knees blocking me from the world. I didn't want to be alone. I thought to myself there's 6.4 billion people on this planet, why do I feel so alone? I had never felt so alone in my life. The man I loved had confessed to loving me in return, but then betrayed me, leaving me hopelessly sobbing, alone in an unknown town's park. Something wasn't right... Hazza never intentionally hurt me... What was going on?...

Harry's POV

What was I thinking?! How could I hurt Louis like that? What was wrong with me?! Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, stinging like acid. Even worse than when Louis and Eleanor started dating. That had probably been one of the hardest things for me, seeing the man I loved, loving some one else.

I turned onto a street called 'Skyline', not caring if people saw me. I was ignoring the world. I was stuck in thoughts that burned like fire again the walls of my heart, tearing them down and letting the heat take over.

I wonder what he's thinking now... He probably wont ever speak to me again. I don't deserve someone like Louis after what I just pulled. I don't deserve to be with anyone for that matter. I don't want to be with anyone. Except him, and now I've just ruined it, ruined my chance at true love. I've destroyed everything. I was so ashamed of myself! How could I confess my love for him and have him confess his for me, then tell him it was a lie because I'm afraid?... 

Realization started to turn the gears in my brain. Afraid... That was exactly why I had done that... I was afraid of what people would think. I was afraid of what our band mates would think. I was afraid of the truth... I was afraid to be gay. 

But that doesn't matter now. I've demolished my chance, and I have to move on. As I'm sure he already has. How could he ever forgive me? I couldn't live without him... And now we don't even have friendship holding us together. No strings were attached this time. We just fell apart.

I realized I had stopped walking. The tears were now falling to the ground like the Niagara Falls, and I couldn't see straight. I began to sprint, not knowing where I was headed. I just had to get out of here. 

Wait... I was being so selfish. The boys would never forgive me if I left. I stopped running and caught my breath which had left me about two minutes ago. I calmed myself down by thinking of my BooBear when he was gushingly happy. That usually did the trick; but it only made me cry harder. I might never see that beautiful smile directed toward me ever again.

After a few very long moments, I was calmed down. I was taking deep breaths. I could do this. I will go on with my life and act as though nothing has happened, and that I am perfectly fine. I walked back to the diner where my band mates waited, along with the young girl, who im sure explained to them the situation, minus the 'Larry Stylinson' stuff.

That broke my heart. There was no more Larry... Inside my head, that was officially the end of the world. NO! I'm fine. There is nothing wrong. I pulled myself together, holding back the need to cry, and joined the others at the booth.

"Hey Harry, it's nice you did that for Julie." Niall said. He clearly enjoyed her company. 

"Where's Louis?" Liam asked confused, because he knew what I was going to tell Louis, before I pretty much shot myself. I got angry, I wasn't quite sure why, but suddenly I was furious. At Liam, At Julie. At the world. But it was my fault. So I calmed down and answered his question before bee-lining to the loo.

"Not sure," was all I could think of. Then went.