One Shots

Us. A larry one shot.

Yeah this is probably shit.

"Hows this, Larry is the biggest load of Bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that."

My phone slips through my hands as tears rush to my eyes. Bullshit. Bull-shit. Bullshit! How could he do this to me? How could we take everything we have together- all the kisses, cuddles and 'I love yous'- and not just deny them but call them bullshit? I don't get it. Sure Eleanor was getting hate, getting called a beard but that's what she is! The fans can tell with all the fake kisses and stupid Starbucks dates. Usually Louis ignores them or tweets some general statement but this has taken it too far. He tweeted a girl who mentioned Larry just to call her out. The thing that hurts me the most was that Eleanor wasn't mentioned once. Tears are flowing freely down my face and my hands are trembling. The landline starts to ring but I ignore it, shuffle over to the bed and flop down onto it. The machine beeps and the last voice I want to hear flows into the quiet flat.

"Babe it's me, I can explain..." but I block it out. I just let that word repeat in my head over and over. Bullshit.

***

I open my crusted shut eyes and am immediately blinded by the sun. I glance at the clock on the bedside table and it reads: 7:35 am. Whoa, I slept through the whole night. I get out of bed and shuffle out into the kitchen. I'm in desperate need of a cup of tea. I trudge through the living room only to see him sitting on the couch casually watching the telly. I stop in my tracks and glare at the back of his head. What is he doing here? He glances up from the television, his eyes immediately landing on me. He gives me a small smile.

"Morning, Haz." I just glare at him and continue to the kitchen. He broke my heart, he doesn't deserve my conversation. I don't care if I'm being petty or irrational, he hurt me. I fill the kettle with water, place it on the stove and lean against the counter. All that's left is to wait for it to boil. Louis walks into the kitchen, a worried look plastered on his features. "What's wrong Harry? Why won't you talk to me?" I look down at the ground.

"What do you think is wrong Louis?" My voice is hard and cold. Even though I'm not looking at him I know he flinches at my use of his full name. I usually call him Lou, BooBear or Boo.

"Is this about that tweet yesterday?"

"No, it's about the fact that you didn't empty the dishwasher yesterday. Of course it's about that tweet!" My voice comes out harsh.

"Haz you've got to hear me out! Let me explain, please," I look up at him. He's shaking slightly and tears are on the brim of his eyes. The kettle starts to whistle, alerting me that the water is boiling. I grab a mug from the cupboard, a tea bag from the jar and pour the water into the cup. I shuffle over to the table and sit down. Lou, who followed behind me like a lost puppy, carefully sits down across from me. I take a sip from my cup and study his face. A nervous look is painted on it.

"You have two minutes."

"Oh thank you Haz. You have to believe me. I wasn't the one who sent that tweet it was management. Larry was being brought up more and more and Eleanor was complaining about how she was getting more hate. I wasn't doing anything about it and management got mad so they stepped in and took over my twitter. I would never say those things about us Hazza. I love you more than anything you should know that," His forearms are on the table and he's leaning towards me, a pleading look on his face. My heart wants to melt at this, but I don't allow it. I've been hurting for a while now; all of this tweet business has just brought it all up to the top.

"I don't know Lou. I've been thinking about this for a while. I'm tired of all this hiding. Of you having to spend every ounce of free time we have with her. I wanna be able to do those things with you," Silent tears are freely flowing down my face. Louis moves from his spot across from me to the seat next to me. He wipes the tears from my cheeks.

"I know Hazza and we'll be able to do all those things together soon." I melt into his embrace.

"Promise?" He pecks my lips.

"Promise." With that I plant my lips on his. Forgetting about everything just focusing on us.