If the world was ending (Larry Stylinson)

Part1

Note: this chapter was written before the release of falling MV, oh and also, this was written before corona virus happened which is quite ironic... anyway ENJOY!
Oh also, I don't mean to harm or offend any of the boys or their "partners" with this book;thus there will not be any smut:)
okay imma leave. ENJJJOOYYY

Harry was on a beach recording a music video for falling somewhere around Washington DC (where the rain simply wouldn't stop pouring). The evening sky was dim, the sun clouded. Everything was blue. A cold gush of wind would mess his curly hair here and there.

His tears fell naturally from his eyes. He wasn't forcing them for the camera. Maybe he was crying because the song was an emotional one, and demanded sadness; or maybe, he was crying because he hadn't been able to get Louis out of his head for the past few days.

He missed him and his stupid fucking blue eyes. He missed him, but he could never admit that, he thought to himself. Not even if the world was ending.
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He and some other supporting actors had nearly recorded half of the music video when he hears distanced sirens, he knew something was wrong, he could feel it. He checked Twitter, seemingly the best platform to get news these days.

"A unexpected meteor will collide with earth in five days, scientists are looking for ways to change the route, they aren't making much progress. This could potentially lead to the end of human kind."

-BBC London 2:25pm

"Louis..."

He put a smile on his face and glared at the crew, who all had confusion written all over their faces. He showed them the tweet, his hands shaking slightly, tears falling silently.

The crew's reactions were different. Some cried, others hurriedly reached for their phones to call their loved ones. Some  hugged, others, who barely talked around other people kissed passionately.

It was odd seeing everything unfold in front of his eyes. People's priorities coming into focus.

He felt guilty, thinking of Louis. Years had passed, why couldn't he move on? He was happy without him. He was a father! He has already made it clear that he wants nothing to do with Harry. Very, very clear.

But something about his eyes, his smile.

"No..." he thought to himself. He doesn't love you anymore, and you well fucking know it. So what's the point?

He chuckled through his tears, even the thought of Louis loving him again would be a comedy plot.

For a moment he lingered on Louis contact. "One call," his thoughts were racing, overthinking the worse possible outcome.

His thoughts were disturbed when a lady from management walked up to him awkwardly

"I'm sorry," she said, with so much sorrow in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for what we did to you guys."

Another emotions sprouted inside of Harry, it wasn't sadness, he was already filled to the brim with that. It wasn't loneliness or grief or regret. it was Anger.

Harry couldn't believe it. "It doesn't matter" he tried telling himself. "You don't need to answer her." I mean, the world was ending and he didn't have the fucking balls to call him. To tell him how much he misses his lips on his, his smile at 2 am when they couldn't sleep. His jokes, his accent, his- everything.

"Fuck, fuck this!" He shouted. He was so fed up. "Fuck all of you! You ruined my life!" He shouted, his voice shaking, his eyes glistening with tears. He hated shouting at people. He found it so cruel to be the cause of someone's sadness. But he could no longer control it. Everyone started crying, it was a rare sight to see Harry perfect Styles show any sign of a negative emotion.

"everyone, go! Go tell them you love them." He said, a sudden change in the tone and volume of his voice, as though he had put together the pieces of his mask after letting it slightly crack.

He had changed, he would probably have said that without hesitation 5 years ago, but now he felt like his kindness was forced, as though people were expecting him to be just like how he was back when he was with him...

After he had said this, some of the crew ran, while others just stared, so deeply into each other's eyes. Quite unbelievable how a few minutes can change the way you see everything.

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Louis was in the middle of performing "only the brave" on tour in Washington DC. Suddenly an alarm went off. Everyone started panicking and leaving the arena. Some climbed on the stage, seizing the opportunity.

"I LOVE YOU LOUIS!" One fan shouted. Louis was overwhelmed, anxiety slowing making its way into Louis head. His body guard came running to him protecting him from the somewhat crazy fans.

He went backstage with an unsteady heart. He felt dizzy, something was wrong, he could feel it.

"What the fuck is going on?" Louis demandes crossing his eyebrows.

Someone grabs the TV remote and turns it on. The news wasn't in English, but he somehow understood everything.

A video of a meteor slowing approaching earth was displayed on the screen. The news reporter was trying his best to hold his tears back. You could hear sniffing in the background.

Another video played showing how the meteor would collide with earth. The people back stage gasped, putting their hand on their mouths in shock.

"It- no, this must be some sort of joke!" He shouted, waiting for someone to say that it was some sort of fraud. No one said anything, everyone just glared at Louis, not knowing what to do or say. "It can't be- there's no way-" he said, his voice shaking.

People had their eyes glued on to Louis. They knew a storm was coming

"Harry....." he thought loudly.

The shame emitting from everyone that was part of the management could be felt like a cold winter wind.

They finally realized, the fucking mistake they made. Ruined the love of two innocent young souls. Fame, money... so inconsiderate in the scale of things. Nearly everyone had now peeled their eyes away from Louis and we're looking down. Louis' breathing was quickening. There was so much tension in the room , some even held their breath.

"Everyone..." he said through gritted teeth, trying to control himself. "Get....the....fuck....OUT!"

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Louis turns off the tv. Sits on the couch, his head resting on his hands. He looked up, saw his reflection in the TV screen. He had aged so much, what happened to him being the risk taking rebellious boy who wouldn't take orders from anyone?

He had changed so much. His eyes didn't have the special sparkle like they used to, the blue was the color of a rainy day sky, not the roaring thunderous sea. Don't take it his word for it, he had always hated his eyes. Harry on the other hand. He used to drown in them, gasping for breath, trying to find a way out. I guess he succeeded...

"It's all my fault!" He said to himself. He knew it, even though he tried his hardest to ignore it, he knew what he did. He didn't deserve him, his unconditional kindness, his voice, his embrace. He didn't deserve any of that. But he couldn't help think of seeing him one more time. What would they even say?

Why was he thinking of the impossible, he knew that Harry was long over him and his fucked up soul. How could anyone love him? How could he ever love him after what he did?
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Hi everyone, so uhhhh what am I even meant to say here? This chapter was a tad bit uneventful but trust me shit will get intense later on :) tell me what u think in the comments and what could happen in the next chapter

Will Louis and Harry see each other before the end of the world?

Will they leave it as it is?

Wow I have no idea what I'm saying at this point. Peace out