Between the Lines - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

~ There was something about the sliding motion. The sharp stinging self-inflicted slip of the blade beneath his skin that was so viciously and shamefully addicting. Harry Styles loathed that something so deliciously putrid to him managed to assist in clearing the voided fog that clouded his thoughts. ~

When stadiums were filled with thousands of unfamiliar faces desperately expressing their undeniable love for a man they did not know, Harry struggled to differentiate fan obsession from true intimacy. As One Direction kicked off their debut stadium world tour, Harry struggled to adapt to the unnatural contrast of drowning in inexplicable adoration on stage to facing the silent isolation of his hotel room following the shows.

So, as life on tour begins to fragment like a ship in a storm at sea, Harry confronts the crushing melancholy with long-term mechanisms of escape and coping in order to keep his head above the surface. Yet to realise that the anchor to keep him afloat and stable in the rocky waves of the storm were the concealed feelings he felt towards his best bandmate, Louis Tomlinson.

The very feelings he only came to realise once they agreed to fuck in secret with no strings attatched