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Title: Just tonight.
Pairing: Louis/Harry (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Louis didn't do well with breakups, Harry knew this. What he didn't know, was that sometimes a little comfort could change everything.
AN: My first slash fic... please be nice :).
The sound of the front door closing woke Harry from his sleep. Glancing at the clock, he vaguely acknowledged the fact that it was past four in the morning, before he heard a knock against his own door.
“Haz? Harry, are you awake?” Louis' soft voice floated in, obviously not being able to see him due to the darkness of the room. The younger boys eyes had already adjusted to the lighting, and was now taking in the appearance of his friend by the door. He looked terrible.
“Lou, what's wrong?” Harry's voice was soar and croaky, having only just woken up. He reached for the water beside his bed as Louis closed the door behind him and padded over to the bed.
“I... I broke up with Hannah.”
To say that Harry was surprised, was an understatement. He was still confused about the fact that Louis was even here. He was supposed to be in Doncaster, visiting his family and friends. It was all Harry could do to bite his tongue, holding back the inevitable 'why', and pull the older lad into his arms, hugging him tightly. Louis didn't do well with breakups, he knew that. They had talked about it during one of their late night conversations during the X-factor. He always blamed himself for everything that went wrong, it was one of his flaws. Harry had tried to convince him that sometimes things just don't work out, and that no-one was ultimately to blame, but he knew that Louis hadn't believed him.
“I couldn't do it any more, Haz. Not to her, not when she was so into it.” He could tell from the shorter boy's tone of voice that he was struggling to keep the tears at bay, and this fact made Harry's heart ache for his friend.
"It's okay, Lou. It's going to be okay.”
“But it's not though, is it Harry? It's not going to be okay. People will want to know why, and I can't.... what am I supposed to tell them?”
“Lou... Louis look at me.” the curly haired teen pulled back from their embrace just enough so he could see the others face. Their eyes met slowly and Harry voiced the question that had been on his mind since he had first woken.
“What happened?”
For the first time since they had met, Louis couldn't meet his eyes. They had always been honest with each other, even if it meant that the truth might hurt them. They respected each other too much to keep anything from the other, or at least, that's what Harry thought. Right now he found himself doubting that a little, because he knew the Doncaster lad was keeping something from him, and that unnerved him to the bone. If Louis was keeping something a secret, from him, it had to be very bad.
“Nothing really, just, kind of drifted apart.” the shorter boy mumbled, his voice rough due to the effort he was making to fight away the tears.
Harry eyed his friend suspiciously. He had half expected Louis to tell him that it didn't matter, but instead, he had lied to him. That hurt him more than he cared to admit.
“Lou, you know you can tell me anything, right? And I mean it. Anything. I'll always be here for you, nothing's going to make me turn my back on you. Nothing.”
“You say that now...”
The Cheshire lad pulled away just enough to duck his head, making Louis meet his gaze.
“Mate, just tell me, please.”
Sighing, the shorter boy gave him a look of defeat, and nodded.
“Promise me one thing first?”
“Anything.” Harry said sincerely.
"Promise me that.... promise that you'll forgive me? That you won't hate me...”
Harry could have cried if he wasn't completely frozen in shock. What on earth could Louis have done that was so bad, that he thought he might hate him for it? The fact that the thought had even crossed his friends mind made Harry want to hit him, as if it would knock some sense into him. The younger boy knew he could never hate him, he loved him too much. Maybe more than what was acceptable in a normal, heterosexual relationship, but that had never been an issue between the two of them. They both knew that there was something different in their friendship, compared to their friendships with the other lads, but they never questioned it. It was just who they were.
"Lou, I promise.” he whispered, caressing the shorter boys cheek with his thumb.
There were a few minutes silence before Louis spoke again. Harry didn't push him, letting him go at his own pace, and for that Louis was thankful.
“When I went down there, I was so pumped about seeing everyone again, you know? I've missed mum and the girls so much, and I was looking forward to seeing Stan again, too. I was with Phoebe, and then mum came in... she was smiling and said I had a visitor. Somehow, I don't know why, I had a crazy idea that it might have been you, that you had gotten bored staying up in London and decided to come down, too, but then Han walked in.”
He could no longer look Harry in the eye, talking to his hands instead.
“She looked so gorgeous, Harry. Perfect, even.” a soft smile made its way onto his face, but it wasn't one of happiness, it was more sarcastic.
"And she had to be so fucking good to me, Haz. She just had to throw her arms around me and tell me how much she had missed me, while all the while I was just thinking about how I was already missing you.” Licking his lips, he continued.
"The worst part was, I found myself getting... bored. I've never felt like that before, not around her. The more time I spent with her, the more I realised that it wasn't how it used to be, and the moment I realised it, I knew it never would be. I... I had to end it with her. It wasn't fair being with her when I'm in love with someone else... with you.” it was said quietly, little more than a whisper, but those two words seemed to echo around the room as if they had been screamed at the top of his lungs.
Harry's sharp intake of breath made Louis realise he had said the last part aloud, when he really had meant to stop talking after he explained the why, not go into detail about the who.
“Shit, Haz I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me for it. Believe me if I could help it, then I'd stop, but I can't!”
Louis loved him. Louis Tomlinson loved him. He fucking loved him. No matter how many different ways he formed the sentence, it just didn't sound valid. There was no way in hell that that was possible, Louis was straight. Or, he had been up to 12 hours ago.
“But.. you and Hannah... she was your girlfriend. I mean, you're not gay.” he stuttered, still not able to comprehend the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't going insane.
Slowly, Louis shook his head.
“No, no I'm not gay. I think... I don't think I'm even bi.” he said quietly, careful with his word choices. He really didn't want to scare his best friend away, but he knew it was best to get it all out in the open now. Honesty was the best policy, after all.
“I think that it's you. Just you. I don't know how, or why, but I just know that I love you. That I'm in love with you.”
When Harry didn't say anything, Louis risked glancing up at his friend. When he looked into his eyes, he didn't seem repulsed or fearful, or any other negative emotion that Louis had been dreading. He just looked... curious? No, that wasn't the right word. Whatever it was, it gave him the courage to continue speaking.
“I think I have been since boot-camp, if I'm being completely honest. I just didn't realise it until today. I know that you don't feel the same way, Haz. And that's okay.” It wasn't okay. It was breaking his heart to admit to all this, knowing the possible repercussions that may come from it, “but I just need you to tell me that nothing's going to change, because I need you in my life, Harry. I need you and if I don't have you, not even as a friend, then I think I'm going to fall apart.”
At first Harry didn't know what to do, for a few seconds he just sat there processing everything, until eventually, he did what every sane person would do when someone told them that. He leaned forwards, moving slowly enough to let Louis know what he was doing, yet quick enough so he wouldn't chicken out of it. After an agonisingly long couple of seconds, he pressed their lips together.
What started off as slow and cautious soon turned into something more desperate, each needing to feel more of the other. Soon, Louis' jacket and shirt were discarded on the floor and both boys were pressed up against each other, hands roaming over backs, abs, and pecks.
It should have felt strange, Harry decided, kissing his best friend like this, but it wasn't. In fact, once he had gotten over the initial surprise of having stubble brush against his cheek, he found it quite a turn on, but beside from all that, it just felt right.
“Louis William Tomlinson,” he began, one they had parted for air, “never think that I could hate you. Never. I... I love you too.”
And now that he had said it, he realized that he had never meant anything more in his entire life. The smile that radiated across his friends... boyfriend's?... face, told him that they would be okay.
They'd sort out all the nitty-gritty details tomorrow, tomorrow they'd talk about it. They'd talk about how they had both enjoyed it, how they wanted to see where it would take them. Two days after that, they would tell their parents and the other lads. Maybe in three months time, a journalist would get lucky and snap a picture of them kissing when they thought they were alone. They might have a huge fan outcry, the new ones screaming it was absurd, while the old ones practically rejoiced in the streets as the media printed every little thing that they could find out about the infamous “Larry Stylinson.”
Two years later, the UK may pass a law stating that homosexual marriages were to be treated the same as any heterosexual one, giving them the right to actually marry, rather than just have a civil partnership. Harry might even get down on one knee and ask Louis to marry him. The other boy would said yes, resulting in Sugarscape getting exclusive coverage of their wedding, which would take place at Holmes Chapel church, all of their friends and family would attend, become teary eyed as the two exchange their vows, and another four years down the line, they might even find a surrogate to carry a child for them. They'll try not to cry as they hold their baby girl in their arms for the first time, barely succeeding, and failing miserably when she says her first words, but that was the future. They had the rest of their lives to work through things like that, for now they just wanted to enjoy whatever it was that they now had.
At that moment, they were more than content to just lye in each others embrace, revelling in the feeling of being whole.
Pairing: Louis/Harry (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Louis didn't do well with breakups, Harry knew this. What he didn't know, was that sometimes a little comfort could change everything.
AN: My first slash fic... please be nice :).
The sound of the front door closing woke Harry from his sleep. Glancing at the clock, he vaguely acknowledged the fact that it was past four in the morning, before he heard a knock against his own door.
“Haz? Harry, are you awake?” Louis' soft voice floated in, obviously not being able to see him due to the darkness of the room. The younger boys eyes had already adjusted to the lighting, and was now taking in the appearance of his friend by the door. He looked terrible.
“Lou, what's wrong?” Harry's voice was soar and croaky, having only just woken up. He reached for the water beside his bed as Louis closed the door behind him and padded over to the bed.
“I... I broke up with Hannah.”
To say that Harry was surprised, was an understatement. He was still confused about the fact that Louis was even here. He was supposed to be in Doncaster, visiting his family and friends. It was all Harry could do to bite his tongue, holding back the inevitable 'why', and pull the older lad into his arms, hugging him tightly. Louis didn't do well with breakups, he knew that. They had talked about it during one of their late night conversations during the X-factor. He always blamed himself for everything that went wrong, it was one of his flaws. Harry had tried to convince him that sometimes things just don't work out, and that no-one was ultimately to blame, but he knew that Louis hadn't believed him.
“I couldn't do it any more, Haz. Not to her, not when she was so into it.” He could tell from the shorter boy's tone of voice that he was struggling to keep the tears at bay, and this fact made Harry's heart ache for his friend.
"It's okay, Lou. It's going to be okay.”
“But it's not though, is it Harry? It's not going to be okay. People will want to know why, and I can't.... what am I supposed to tell them?”
“Lou... Louis look at me.” the curly haired teen pulled back from their embrace just enough so he could see the others face. Their eyes met slowly and Harry voiced the question that had been on his mind since he had first woken.
“What happened?”
For the first time since they had met, Louis couldn't meet his eyes. They had always been honest with each other, even if it meant that the truth might hurt them. They respected each other too much to keep anything from the other, or at least, that's what Harry thought. Right now he found himself doubting that a little, because he knew the Doncaster lad was keeping something from him, and that unnerved him to the bone. If Louis was keeping something a secret, from him, it had to be very bad.
“Nothing really, just, kind of drifted apart.” the shorter boy mumbled, his voice rough due to the effort he was making to fight away the tears.
Harry eyed his friend suspiciously. He had half expected Louis to tell him that it didn't matter, but instead, he had lied to him. That hurt him more than he cared to admit.
“Lou, you know you can tell me anything, right? And I mean it. Anything. I'll always be here for you, nothing's going to make me turn my back on you. Nothing.”
“You say that now...”
The Cheshire lad pulled away just enough to duck his head, making Louis meet his gaze.
“Mate, just tell me, please.”
Sighing, the shorter boy gave him a look of defeat, and nodded.
“Promise me one thing first?”
“Anything.” Harry said sincerely.
"Promise me that.... promise that you'll forgive me? That you won't hate me...”
Harry could have cried if he wasn't completely frozen in shock. What on earth could Louis have done that was so bad, that he thought he might hate him for it? The fact that the thought had even crossed his friends mind made Harry want to hit him, as if it would knock some sense into him. The younger boy knew he could never hate him, he loved him too much. Maybe more than what was acceptable in a normal, heterosexual relationship, but that had never been an issue between the two of them. They both knew that there was something different in their friendship, compared to their friendships with the other lads, but they never questioned it. It was just who they were.
"Lou, I promise.” he whispered, caressing the shorter boys cheek with his thumb.
There were a few minutes silence before Louis spoke again. Harry didn't push him, letting him go at his own pace, and for that Louis was thankful.
“When I went down there, I was so pumped about seeing everyone again, you know? I've missed mum and the girls so much, and I was looking forward to seeing Stan again, too. I was with Phoebe, and then mum came in... she was smiling and said I had a visitor. Somehow, I don't know why, I had a crazy idea that it might have been you, that you had gotten bored staying up in London and decided to come down, too, but then Han walked in.”
He could no longer look Harry in the eye, talking to his hands instead.
“She looked so gorgeous, Harry. Perfect, even.” a soft smile made its way onto his face, but it wasn't one of happiness, it was more sarcastic.
"And she had to be so fucking good to me, Haz. She just had to throw her arms around me and tell me how much she had missed me, while all the while I was just thinking about how I was already missing you.” Licking his lips, he continued.
"The worst part was, I found myself getting... bored. I've never felt like that before, not around her. The more time I spent with her, the more I realised that it wasn't how it used to be, and the moment I realised it, I knew it never would be. I... I had to end it with her. It wasn't fair being with her when I'm in love with someone else... with you.” it was said quietly, little more than a whisper, but those two words seemed to echo around the room as if they had been screamed at the top of his lungs.
Harry's sharp intake of breath made Louis realise he had said the last part aloud, when he really had meant to stop talking after he explained the why, not go into detail about the who.
“Shit, Haz I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me for it. Believe me if I could help it, then I'd stop, but I can't!”
Louis loved him. Louis Tomlinson loved him. He fucking loved him. No matter how many different ways he formed the sentence, it just didn't sound valid. There was no way in hell that that was possible, Louis was straight. Or, he had been up to 12 hours ago.
“But.. you and Hannah... she was your girlfriend. I mean, you're not gay.” he stuttered, still not able to comprehend the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't going insane.
Slowly, Louis shook his head.
“No, no I'm not gay. I think... I don't think I'm even bi.” he said quietly, careful with his word choices. He really didn't want to scare his best friend away, but he knew it was best to get it all out in the open now. Honesty was the best policy, after all.
“I think that it's you. Just you. I don't know how, or why, but I just know that I love you. That I'm in love with you.”
When Harry didn't say anything, Louis risked glancing up at his friend. When he looked into his eyes, he didn't seem repulsed or fearful, or any other negative emotion that Louis had been dreading. He just looked... curious? No, that wasn't the right word. Whatever it was, it gave him the courage to continue speaking.
“I think I have been since boot-camp, if I'm being completely honest. I just didn't realise it until today. I know that you don't feel the same way, Haz. And that's okay.” It wasn't okay. It was breaking his heart to admit to all this, knowing the possible repercussions that may come from it, “but I just need you to tell me that nothing's going to change, because I need you in my life, Harry. I need you and if I don't have you, not even as a friend, then I think I'm going to fall apart.”
At first Harry didn't know what to do, for a few seconds he just sat there processing everything, until eventually, he did what every sane person would do when someone told them that. He leaned forwards, moving slowly enough to let Louis know what he was doing, yet quick enough so he wouldn't chicken out of it. After an agonisingly long couple of seconds, he pressed their lips together.
What started off as slow and cautious soon turned into something more desperate, each needing to feel more of the other. Soon, Louis' jacket and shirt were discarded on the floor and both boys were pressed up against each other, hands roaming over backs, abs, and pecks.
It should have felt strange, Harry decided, kissing his best friend like this, but it wasn't. In fact, once he had gotten over the initial surprise of having stubble brush against his cheek, he found it quite a turn on, but beside from all that, it just felt right.
“Louis William Tomlinson,” he began, one they had parted for air, “never think that I could hate you. Never. I... I love you too.”
And now that he had said it, he realized that he had never meant anything more in his entire life. The smile that radiated across his friends... boyfriend's?... face, told him that they would be okay.
They'd sort out all the nitty-gritty details tomorrow, tomorrow they'd talk about it. They'd talk about how they had both enjoyed it, how they wanted to see where it would take them. Two days after that, they would tell their parents and the other lads. Maybe in three months time, a journalist would get lucky and snap a picture of them kissing when they thought they were alone. They might have a huge fan outcry, the new ones screaming it was absurd, while the old ones practically rejoiced in the streets as the media printed every little thing that they could find out about the infamous “Larry Stylinson.”
Two years later, the UK may pass a law stating that homosexual marriages were to be treated the same as any heterosexual one, giving them the right to actually marry, rather than just have a civil partnership. Harry might even get down on one knee and ask Louis to marry him. The other boy would said yes, resulting in Sugarscape getting exclusive coverage of their wedding, which would take place at Holmes Chapel church, all of their friends and family would attend, become teary eyed as the two exchange their vows, and another four years down the line, they might even find a surrogate to carry a child for them. They'll try not to cry as they hold their baby girl in their arms for the first time, barely succeeding, and failing miserably when she says her first words, but that was the future. They had the rest of their lives to work through things like that, for now they just wanted to enjoy whatever it was that they now had.
At that moment, they were more than content to just lye in each others embrace, revelling in the feeling of being whole.