Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 10: Harry

Simon had wanted me to tell Louis I didn't want anything more than friendship with him, but I couldn't. And the whole sweatshirt thing hadn't really helped it. All the fans were practically freaking out when they'd noticed the sweatshirt Louis had been wearing was one of mine. I'd known when he put it on that it wasn't his, but there was no way I was telling him it wasn't his. He'd just looked so cute in it.

"Harry, you have done nothing to help this situation. Fans are making videos about all the reasons that you and Louis are together," Simon shouts in the small excuse of an office he had. Despite being the top manager at his company, he had the smallest office. Sometimes it felt like I was suffocating in it, but that could be because he seemed to be doing anything and everything to make me unhappy and keep me in the closet.

"I can't say that they're exactly wrong, though. Simon, when you called me this morning he was laying in my bed and I was sprawled out on top of him. He's at my house practically every day and it's clear to everyone else that Louis makes me happy. Why can't you let me be happy with him?"

"Because it isn't right, Harry. Love should be between a man and a woman, not two men," he argues.

"So you're saying it wouldn't be right if a son loves his father," I question. "They're technically two men." He scowls at my response. I bet if fans had that picture they'd make it into one of their memes. What would they call him in it though? Sicowl. No. Simon Scowel. Yeah, that's it.

"That's not what I'm saying at all Harry. You have an interview with James Cordon this evening and you will be denying all the rumours surrondng you and Louis. You hear me, boy. If you don't, I will end your career," he threatens.

"Harry," James calls out when he sees my entering the studio. "How'r you, mate," he questions. After Louis left for college, James and I had become very close friends and it was always much more fun when I got to do my interviews with him because he knew me. He knew me before everything became so fucked up.

"I've been better," I tell him. "Simon said I have to deny the rumours 'bout Louis. And I know that if I do, I could lose 'm," I explain. We weren't technically dating, but I was so scared that he'd change his mind and remember he wanted nothing to do with me or Darcy, and that would break me.

"Louis would always understand, H. Does he know about your management?"

"Not really. He knows my manager's name and that's about it. He nodded and smiled apologetically towards me. He'd worked with many celebrities which Simon had represented and had forced to stay in the closet and he believed that I would be the one to break Simon's entire agency down.

"Cordon, we need you on stage now," someone yelled. He smiled at me, before turning to lose. What I needed to do wasn't so simple anymore. I'd always think the answers would come to me like it was black and white, but it wasn't. It hadn't ever really been that way, but that was when the decisions seemed like the obvious choice.

To Lou: Just remember I love you...