Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 1: Louis

Four years was a long time. It was especially long when you were trying to get over your ex but his face and voice was literally everywhere. He'd released his first single, Sign of the Times, nearly three years ago and had sky rocketed to fame. I was happy for him, really. I just wish I didn't have to see and hear him all the time. That would've made this whole thing a whole lot easier.

But love wasn't easy, was it? Love? Yeah, I loved him. And he made it really hard not to. Nowadays, it seemed every girl ages 13 to early thirties was head over heels for him. It wasn't just his looks, though he'd only gotten hotter at the end of high school. He'd been growing his hair out for a couple years at this point and had even gained quite the collection of tattoos.

Arriving at the stadium in London, I headed into the locker rooms. It smelled, but it always did. One of the lads on the team, Nick, knew quite a bit about the going ons with Harry as the two were close friends and his sister was absolutely obsessed with the lad.

"You out with H, again, Nick," Liam had questioned. After the breakup, the whole group had sort of drifted apart. Nobody wanted to pick sides, but eventually did whether it be purposeful or accidental.

"Yeah, played me a track about his ex. Said he started writing it when he was sixteen. Wouldn't tell me who it was 'bout though,'' Nick admitted. Liam locked eyes with me for a moment before moving on like it was nothing. "You and him were friends back then, weren't you," he asked. Louis knew where this was going.

"Yeah," Liam paused. "The best of friends."

"Oi oi, lads," I called, announcing my arrival. Liam had been the only one to previously know I was there. Had they known I was there, they wouldn't have been talking about Harry. They knew it was a bit of a sore spot for me and had never wanted to give me any reason to not be on the team.

"Hey, L," Nick greeted. Nick had a thing of calling most people by the letter of their first name. I say most people because Liam was the exception. Nick referred to Liam as Li because L just hadn't suited him.

"Hey, Nick," I greeted, opening up my locket and getting dressed. My phone buzzed, signaling that Harry had posted. I opened the post only to be disappointed by what I saw. It was a black and white photo with his one-year-old daughter, Darcy, and current girlfriend, Taylor. Darcy was peering curiously up at Taylor who was looking lovingly down at her. It broke my heart. That should be me, but I was too stuck up and stupid to apologize. I hadn't meant what I had said. There was more, but I hadn't had the chance to say it. At least not with someone who's not you, love. I had the chance to say it, so why didn't I? I beat myself up for that everyday.

"She's pretty, isn't she," Liam said, glancing over his shoulder at the photo.

That's when he read the caption. I miss when we were sixteen.