Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 4: Harry

At my words, he looked beyond confused. His beautiful blue eyes scrunched up in thought as he processed what I had said. Taylor and I weren't together, far from it actually. It was a PR stunt to make everyone believe that my incredibly gay self as in fact straight. Most of my fans didn't believe it though. I'd seen the tweets and videos alike of them usually saying something along the lines of "You're trying to tell me that this man is straight? Hunny, that's embarrassing." It always made me cackle with laughter as it was absolutely hilarious.

"But you were the most open with who you were in high school. Even when we weren't together, I was proud to say you were my best friend because you were always so unapologetically yourself even when everyone tried to tear you down for it."

"My management doesn't like the fact that I'm gay. When they heard my music for the first time, they thought that it was absolutely beautiful, but when they learned it was about a guy rather than a girl, they were not as happy with it. They told me that if I wanted them to take me on as one of their artists, I couldn't come out because they thought it would hurt this image they had made up for me. When Darcy came along that image changed anyways, but they keep forcing me further and further into the closet with my fans," I explain. He nods, processing the information.

"So if you and Taylor aren't actually together, does that mean," he presses, trailing off at the end. I knew what he wanted to know. And I knew he deserved the truth, but I also know he wouldn't have shown up here if he was over.

"No," I responded after a few moments. "I'm sorry, Louis. You broke my heart in a way I didn't know how to handle and I waited for you, I did. But four years is a long time, Lou. You can't expect me to just wait around for you when you don't want the same things I do."

 "I do, though," he told me. "That day, I was so incredibly stupid. You gave me chance after chance to tell you the truth. And dammit Harry, I want kids, with you. I wanted them even back then. But I only want them if it was you I was having them with. I had this whole idea back then. We would have two girls, Darcy and Olivia because you were set on the name. And I hated it at first, but it grew on me. So stop saying we don't want the same things, because we do. We just want it with different people. I hope you're happy, Harry." And with those parting words, he turned and left. 

But all I could think of was the fact that he hadn't used past tenses in wanting kids with me, meaning he still wanted them. And with me no less. So I guess in a way, that reminded me how much I still loved him and how unfair this whole situation was to Alex. I guess you could say Louis was still my home after all this time.  

A/N i really like my short chapters and i make no apologies