The Puzzle: Larry Stylinson in Pieces.

It's not a surprise. The rumours have been going around for years. Almost all the fans were absolutely convinced, and you know that old saying, how all rumours are true. So, no, not really that much of a shocker when Harry Styles blurted out, "Larry Stylinson is-was-real" in the last ten minutes of an interview two weeks before his fifth solo world-tour began.
So, yeah, the gay One Direction rumour is true.
The thing is, Dad still denies it. Whenever I ask, he'll give me one of those looks, and say something along the lines of "Mind your own damn business, Freddie." I'd ask Harry, but I've never actually met him.
The whole thing is off, really. I didn't really notice it before, mostly because I was young, and then I was a teenager so I didn't care. These last couple weeks, though, ever since Harry spilled the big beans and sent the entire world spiraling, I've seen it. It's all shoved in my face now, with hushed shouting matches between my dad and Liam in Dad's study, angry, but vague interactions between Niall and Dad when Niall comes over for dinner. Everything is stilted, and just...tense. Something darker is going on here. On top of the Larry thing, there's still the factor of my mom, of the fact that I exist and I really do have Louis Tomlinson's blood.
Most of my life, I stayed out of One Direction. It was too much drama, and a boyband. Girl stuff that I couldn't care less about. Now, though, everything's falling apart, nothing's making sense anymore. It feels like a gun pressed to my temple, and I'm just waiting for the gunman to pull the trigger. Before that happens, though, I want to know who the gunman is, and what that gun is loaded with.
I want to know what Larry Stylinson means. And which part of Harry's statement was true: the "is," the "was," or neither?