Fading {Larry Stylinson}

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When Harry woke up the next morning, something below him was stirring and shuffling. He squinted his eyes from the sun  and pure confusion, and rolled over.

"Stop moving!" he grumbled.

"Well if your bed wasn't so damn uncomfortable, I wouldn't have to move so much" Louis retaliated.

Oh yeah. That's what was moving. Louis.

He ended up crawling up beside Harry during the night, complaining at three am "your floor is a piece of shit".

His eyes shot open in shock. Louis was actually here right now. He didn't leave through the night, or wake up and rush out the door, instead he got into his bed, and he's still here. He hesitantly rolled back over to look at him. His eyes were open, and he had a soft expression on his face.

A million things were racing through Harry's head. What if he's just wringing him back in, and then going to spit him back out again. What if this is just a big joke, haha jokes on Harry.

"Are you good?" Louis asked.

"I guess.. You?" Harry said confused.

"I guess?" Louis questioned raising his eyebrow.

"Uh yeah, not used to someone else sleeping in my bed, that's all" he shrugged, pealing the covers off himself and going to throw a t-shirt on. "Especially when that someone is you" Harry said lowly.

"What about Niall?" Louis said sarcastically, sitting up.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, "w-what?" he whispered.

"Oh please, you really don't think I caught on? I saw him going home with you like everyday, and he was always hesitant when I asked him what he was doing" he snickered. "Plus, yesterday he was balling like a baby in the school parking lot" he paused.

"I assume it's because you two broke up since I haven't seen him with you" he said rolling his eyes.

"No need to guess" Harry said softly, "you're the reason we broke up in the first place" he smiled devishly, stepping towards him.

"I don't know what your talking about" Louis said innocently.

"So were you planning on ever telling me? Or were you going to keep your little faggot boyfriend a secret?" He snarled.

"And there's the Louis I love" Harry said sarcastically. "Why the fuck would I tell you?" Harry laughed coldly.

"I'm not trying to fight with you, I just don't understand why you flaunt around being gay" he scoffed.

"You are trying to fight" Harry retorted. "And I never told you because I didn't need to..we aren't friends remember" he spat.

Louis eyes flashed with pain, and his face was no longer soft. "You're right. We aren't friends, I just needed someone and somehow fell into the arms of the faggot." He coldly chuckled.

"Last night was really great Louis. Like when we were younger, but like always you found a way to fuck it up".

"There's nothing to fuck up..this...us..We aren't anything" Louis mocked.

"You know, as much as I actually hate your cocky ass, I actually missed you so much Louis" Harry said, ignoring Louis comment. Tears filling the brims of his eyes. He felt completely pathetic, standing there venerable like a child crying.

Louis' chest hurt and he felt like he wanted to curl up in Harry's arms and hug him.

But he couldn't. He didn't want to get close to Harry and hurt him again, he didn't want to be seen with Harry, and definitely couldn't be friends with someone like him.

"Yeah well I missed you too..Maybe if you didn't decided to be gay and ruin our lives, we could still be best friends" Louis said coldly.

"I didn't decide this! You think I decided to be this way? Why would I decide to live a life where my best friend, the only person I ever want by my side, hates me" he whined.

Louis was shocked. He didn't realize Harry missed him as much as he did.

"Well then let me get you help!" Louis pleaded.

"You're disgusting" Harry laughed. "The fact that you think a medical specialist can take my gay away, is absolutely disgusting..you closed minded bastard!" Harry screamed.

"Well your obviously sick" Louis said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what about Niall? Is he gay?"

Harry didn't want to out Niall. As much as he was upset with him, he couldn't. "No, he isn't. He was just experimenting with me, but he doesn't like me" he said sadly.

"Whatever, come to me when you like vaginas" Louis spat, collecting his things and walking towards the door. "Oh, and see ya tomorrow at yearbook. You better be there you shit head" Louis said sarcastically, and slammed Harry's bedroom door.

Harry slid to the floor crying, something he found himself doing a lot lately. He just wanted his best friend back, he desperately wanted his boyfriend back, and he wished he wasn't gay anymore. As painful as that is to say, it was true.

Harry had always preached to be yourself, but being gay was one of the worst things that had ever happened to him. He hated it, and as much as he acted strong and confident about himself around Louis. He was self conscious and hated the fact that he couldn't stand girls.

Meanwhile Louis just didn't understand why Harry was gay. He was ignorant and didn't want to listen to anyone else's opinions. If Harry were to come up to him and say he was straight, he would take him back in a heart beat.

Harry sobbed loudly on his floor. Thankfully his mom was at work, so he didn't have to be quiet. He pulled his phone off his side table, regrettably dialing Niall's number. He shouldn't be doing this, but he had to. He had absolutely nobody right now. 7 billion people in this world, and every single one is against him.

The phone only rung twice before Niall answered the phone.

"Harry?! Oh my god, uh hey!" Niall said excitedly.

"Ni" Harry whimpered.

"Har! What's wrong?"

"L-Louis, he knows" Harry whispered.

"He knows what?"

"T-that we dated, he just left m-my house..I thought I would t-tell you"

"Harry" Niall whispered softly. "I told him, a week ago...it's okay, we can be together it's going to be okay"

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Wow this is super short..but I felt extremely bad for not updating in a while! So here you go...