What the fuck did his text mean? Just remember I love you? First off, he loved me. Second off, why was he scared that I was going to get mad? He only did this kind of thing when he knew I would get mad.
Sighing, I slumped down onto my couch, turning the telly on. I switched the channels until Harry's face flashed across my screen. I stopped to listen to what he was talking about.
"You've heard about the rumours then? That you're apparently dating this Louis Tomlinson lad," one of our old classmates questioned. He seemed to hesitate before answering.
"No, no I'm not. He and I are just friends," Harry answered calmly. Just friends my arse. They were most certainly more than just friends and if that's all the Harry thought of our relationship than I was out. I couldn't be in a relationship with someone who thought we were merely friends.
"Harry Edward Styles," I called, walking up to the studio where I knew the interview was being live streamed from. It was a dumb decision in the first place, but it was a bit too late for that now. Pushing his hair out of his face, he seemed very stressed and upset. Something was off, but at the moment I could only find myself caring that he'd called whatever we had was nothing more than friends. "What the hell," I ask. "Just friends? You know what, friends don't sleep in the same bed! Friends don't cuddle like we do! Friends don't drunkenly have sex. And friends don't kiss each other and tell them they love them before denying their relationship to the public. Love, you and I both know damn well that we are not friends. And if that's all we'll ever be, I don't know if I want any sort of relationship with you." He doesn't say anything. He just stands there like the wrong move and the whole world would know he screwed up.
"Louis," he meekly calls out as I start walking away. I look back at him, seeing him practically falling apart in front of me. "You deserve the truth," he adds on as a tear silently made its way down his cheek. Everything in me wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn't. Not then.
"Harry, you are either one-hundred percent in this relationship or you are one-hunderend percent out of it," I sternly tell him.
"Guess I'm in it then," he says, wiping gently at his eyes. "But Louis, I still need to tell you something," he says.
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Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You
FanficHarry 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...
