Don't Forget Where You Belong

A Larry Stylinson story

(Disclaimer:
I am myself not a firm believer of the Larry Stylinson narrative. And as you will see, I don't subsctibe to the "fake girlfriends" and "fake baby" theories.
But what I love about Larry Stylinson is what it represents. The fact that love is unpredictable, love is messy, and most of all, you don't choose who you fall in love with. )

(Another thing, english is not my native language, so some grammatical errors are unavoidable. I would be very grateful if you point them out to me in the comment section so I can correct them.)

"Harry had tried to talk to me. And I had been so far up my own arse that I hadn't listened. I realised that I had used him, I had been possessive because I loved having him around. I loved making him laugh, and how I could make his whole face turn in to a smile. I loved how he always sought me out, staying close to me, making sure I was never alone. I loved feeling so safe around him. It felt like sunshine every time he came into a room. I had been in love. I had been in love with Harry, and I hadn't even realised it."