"Harry, what the hell were you thinking," my manager, Simon, asked the following morning after pictures of Louis and I leaving the bar together had surfaced and everyone was questioning my sexuality.
"I wasn't, Simon. I was drunk and apparently drunk Harry goes back to the person who hurt him more than anything else possibly could." He nodded, pulling a contract out of a desk drawer.
"Harry, remember that to the public you are straight as a ruler. We need you and Taylor to go out in public with Darcy so people can see you together and will make everyone think this lad is just a friend," he tells me. Just a friend? Yeah, Louis would never be 'just a friend.' The lad was my first love before anything else. And little did Louis know it, but he had had the most influence in the naming of my daughter. "And if anyone asks, you are nothing more than friends," Simon adds.
"Okay," I agree. I knew better than to argue with him as he could end my career in a matter of minutes. And I really wanted to argue with him, end my career, and cuddle up with Louis.
When I got home, I was immediately told to check twitter. I'd turned my twitter notifications off long ago as it would literally never stop going off when they were on. I scrolled through my notifications, noticing almost every single one was in regards to Louis.
Almost every tweet had found the pictures of me and Louis from the night before and were trying to figure out who it was I had been with. Some had figured it out and had started the hashtag of #larrystylinson, which was already trending.
I knew I had to shut it down, but that didn't mean it had to be today. I scrolled through a few more until I found a tweet from Louis. He and I had practically taken every piece of each other out of our lives after the breakup.
louist91: What's with this whole #larrystylinson thing? I really don't understand what's happening.
I liked the tweet before I had thought about what doing that would do. And I definitely didn't re-follow him. And he definitely didn't follow me back. Things were good.
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Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You
FanfictionHarry and Louis have been apart for nearly four years when they're suddenly thrusted back into each other's lives again. And they can't lie that they've missed each other. Harry finds it hard not to collapse back into Louis' arms. Louis just wants a...
