Only You-A Larry fanfic

OK This is my First story. I was reading Larry fan fictions and I decided that I might as well make one of my own. Constructive criticism will be welcomed and I will try and make it not to boring for you guys lol. I know these first few chapters will probably not be to interesting but please just bear with me.

Share your comments and I'll improve. Share your likes and It wil be my perserverance food. Become a fan and I will be more in the mood. For there is no point writing it without you. Cheesy I know but I felt like it.

Cheers Alura

Chapter 1

I have to admit, I never really thought much about him. Sure he was my best friend, yet it never really hit me how much I cared for him. Until that day he almost died. Now I feel as if my heart is being ripped apart. Slowly, painfully, it is torn, as I watch him, knowing I can never tell him what I really think. Because to do that would be to end our friendship. To lose him would hurt a thousand times more than what it already does. I cannot bear to let him know. Or to let him go.

Harry's P.O.V

I staggered over to the van, wrenched open the door and flopped inside. My throat was aching terribly and I had a massive headache. Today's session had been totally exhausting. We had to sing the same song over and over again while our vocal coach yelled at us for not putting in enough effort. "The fans cannot see that you are dying" he hollered into our already ringing eardrums. "They will pay good money to see your show, to buy your album. They don't want to waste that money on a bunch of unfit boys who cannot sing more than one song without cracking. From the top"

I moved over just in time as a blond Irish boy stage dived into the van, nearly squashing me. I can't believe how much energy he still had left. Of course he had eaten a muesli bar the moment we had been dismissed and was probably using up energy from that. I hadn't the stomach for anything yet. However within a few minutes I know I will be ravenous. And home is still a good twenty minutes away.

Liam climbed in the front and turned on the car, with Zayn sliding into the passenger seat. Louis was the last in the car and the moment he sat down, Liam began driving. No one spoke on the way home. Zayn turned the music on low and hummed away to it, oblivious to how much pain it was causing my stillringing ears. I lay my head on Niall, who was already asleep on Louis shoulder. We are all really close. Physical contact has never been an issue for us. I closed my eyes.

The van stopped once on the way home, supposedly to pick up takeaways. We were all way to tired to cook tonight, and besides Zayn and Liam were the only ones still awake. It was them who woke us all up,carefully, once we arrived home and guided us into the living room. We all shared the same large house in the suburbs which was great. Our manager had managed to find one with enough rooms for us to have our own room each, and there were three bathrooms between the five of us.

Niall, of course, awoke the moment we sat down at the table for tea. Zayn-who had eaten in the car-turned in for the night. The rest of us were in a state half way between. Awake enough to shove food into our mouths but not enough to have much sense of what was going on. Louis accidentally pushed a cup of water off the table and smashed it but we were all to tired to bother cleaning it up and one by one retired for the night.

I was the last one in bed, being the slowest eater. As I climbed under the covers, I tried to remember what we were supposed to be doing tomorrow. A radio interview around lunchtime I believe, but that was pretty much it I think. Liam would know. He was the only one who ever really paid attention at those meetings. The rest of us just nodded in the right places. It drove management up the wall. I giggled at the image of our security guys climbing the side of the apartment in a little ride on car toddlers sometimes have. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.