All they wanted was each other, and that’s not too much to ask, is it?
Fluffy Larry Stylinson Fic
Being pulled aside by management is nothing new when you’re a mischievous group of teenage boys, especially if you are Louis Tomlinson, but it was rare that Harry was the one that needed to be taken to one side, talked to. It was fair to say that he was Simon’s favourite.
“Look guys. We know you’re best friends, but could you downplay the bromance to the camera? Your image is being affected – you’re supposed to be a gang of ordinary lads who just happen to be singers, not an exclusive little duo and three others.” Paul said, hands in his pockets. He couldn’t look either boy in the eyes, so it was clear that he didn’t agree with what he was saying. The two lads looked at each other and grinned.
“Yeah, cool Paul. We’ll do our best.” Harry chuckled, catching his boyfriend’s eye again.
“Thanks lads – just watch how you play it, yeah?” The two boys wandered back to the others, who immediately enquired what that was all about.
“Nothing really, just a load of management crap.” Lou said, and grinned to support his statement.
It took 2 hours, 18 minutes and 43 seconds for them to break their promise. Photoshoot over, the band were given the rest of the morning off, before an interview at 3 for Sugarscape. Liam was going to Danielle’s, Niall was going home to catch up on some crappy TV he’d missed during the tour, and Zayn had undisclosed plans. That left Harry and Louis. Not that they minded. Usually, the two would have just gone home and fucked for a bit, but after being styled for the morning, they were told to be careful with their hair and make-up for the afternoon, so that was out. They decided to go for brunch.
“Do you think they know, Haz?” Lou said, forking some bacon and shoving it onto his mouth.
“Charming. And no, for the hundredth time, I don’t think the boys have a clue. As sweet as they are, they aren’t the most astute of people.” Harry smiled tenderly at his boyfriend, sipping his tea, and knocking their knees together under the table.
“That’s not fair, they’re not bad at spotting the little things – Zayn knew before I did that Eleanor was going to break up with me. Liam noticed that you were wearing my pants last week. Even Niall has his moments.” Louis said, stirring his tea twice and tapping his spoon loudly on the side of the cup.
“Boo, if you do that any louder, someone might notice us.” Harry muttered, as a booth full of girls looked at the two lads. They turned back when the boys looked, and started giggling and muttering to one another.
“Looks like we have to get out of here.” Harry sighed, and held his hand up to catch the waitress’ attention.
“No kidding. Pap at 4 o’clock.” Louis said, flicking his head towards the window, where a clutch of Photographers pressed their lenses to the glass. The waitress came over, smiling giddily, as she had the entire time they were there.
“Hello, honeys. What can I get you? More tea? Some pancakes perhaps? Oh, a muffin. We just started buying in these amazing Raspberry White Chocolate muffins.” Harry sat, waiting for her to pause, too polite to interrupt.
“No, thank you, we’ll just have the bill.” The woman looked dejected for a second, but nodded, and went to retrieve the little piece of paper. One of the girls approached.
“Hey. Are you Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson?” She asked quietly.
“Yeah, babes, we are.” Louis said, smiling. She turned to the others and nodded to her friends, who seemed to move as one as they approached the two boys, trapping them in.
“OMG I can’t believe it’s really you, Amy is gonna be soooo pissed.”
“Are you two like, on a date?”
“Can you follow me on twitter? I’m at Lady underscore Love 97.”
“Could you sign my boobs?”
The girls all talked at once, and the two boys smiled, layering on their boyband mask over their real, intimate date.
“Whoa, ladies, one at a time.” Harry laughed.
Eventually, the boys got away, paid for their food, and ran out. Holding onto one another’s hands, running like they had never run before until they were in an abandoned car park, in the quiet. They came to a stop and were breathing heavily.
“I think we’re alone.” Louis said, between breaths. Harry smiled, and stepped closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.
“I love you.” He pressed his forehead to Louis’. Louis smiled; the private, truly happy smile he reserved for Harry.
“I love you.” He replied. He never said ‘too’ – too cliché. He didn’t need to. It was easy with Harry, they were such a perfect fit. Like a puzzle. On quiet evenings, sometimes, they liked to reminisce over the day they finally got their shit together.
“Eleanor, listen-” Fighting with El had become the norm, and Lou was sick of it.
“No, Lou, i’ve had enough of it. You’re always with him! Fans – YOUR fans, prefer you with him than with me. I can’t handle it, any more. I might as well just go!”
“No, El – listen to me! I don’t care what they say, I lo-”
“DON’T.” She snarled down the phone. He paced the corridor of the studio, running his hand through his hair. “Lou, just face it. We aren’t working. You’re too popular, too famous. I can’t handle the hate I’m getting.It’s o-”
“Don’t say it, El. You don’t mean it, El.” He begged.
“-ver. It’s over. We’ve broken up, Louis. Have a nice life.”
“Eleanor! No!” He yelled, as the dial tone beeped. He scream/growled and threw his phone down the corridor, hitting the wall. He leant against the wall, and slid down, head in his hands. How the fuck was he going to manage now? She was all that was keeping him sane. Between the fans, the schedule and his unlabelled feelings for Harry, he felt like he was going to lose his mind. So he didn’t really love her. That didn’t mean he didn’t need her.
The others were waiting patiently for Louis to finish his talk with Eleanor. Everybody knew they were having trouble, that they were struggling with the distance that fame had bought with it’s headrush of craziness.
“Do you think they’re going to be alright?” Niall asked, as he watched Zayn play Temple Run.
“Of course they’ll be alright, they’re Louis and Eleanor.” Liam said, looking up from his phone.
Harry wasn’t so sure – he lived with the boy, for gods sake. He had been privy to all the fights, to all the disagreement, all the awkward mornings where Louis had to leave her asleep as they left for early rehearsal. If fact, he wasn’t even sure he wanted them to be alright. If Louis broke up with her, Harry could pick up the pieces, Harry could fill that hole in his best friend’s heart. He could – Stop thinking in such a way. Thinking those things made Harry hate himself. How could he even hope for his friend’s misery. How could he claim to love the boy if he was more concerned with his own happiness. He was a bad person, he didn’t deserve Louis.
“Eleanor! No!” He heard from the hall. All the boys looked at the door, then at him.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” He said, and sighed.
“Lou-Lou, are you okay?” Harry said, sliding down the wall next to his best friend.
“Why can’t things be easy? Like, like you and me. There’s no drama, no worries, no fights. We just, fit. And we’re not even dating! So why can’t it be like that with her?” Louis said through his hands. Harry wanted to cry. It was the hardest thing in the world, being in love with someone who sees you as their platonic best friend. Devastatingly hard.
“So you guys had another fight. Let her calm down for a bit, and ring her after rehearsals.” Harry said, wrapping his arms around his friend’s waist, and putting his head on Lou’s shoulder.
“You don’t get it, Haz. This wasn’t just any fight! We – we- we broke up okay?” Louis said, and Harry squeezed tightly, to distract himself from the terrible realisation that he was responsible. Be careful what you wish for, they say. They were right.
“Oh Boobear. Do you want to talk about it?” Harry said quietly, nuzzling into Louis’ neck.
“She said that I was too famous, that it was too difficult. She didn’t even say she wanted to be friends. She just-” He broke down crying. “She was so important. I need her.”
“I know you do, Lou. We’ll fix this.” Harry said, searching for words to comfort the crying boy.
“How? How do we fix this? How do we make the fame go away? I can’t exactly quit the band can I? Wait, can I? Do you think I should, Haz?” Harry pulled the boy’s head up to look into Louis’ eyes.
“Louis Tomlinson, don’t even say that. This is what you want, what you deserve, what you worked so hard for.” And I can’t do this without you.
“SHE is what I want. Don’t I deserve a little bit of happiness?” Harry sighed in exasperation.
“Of course you do. But if she can’t accept all of you, does she deserve you? Are you really sure you want someone who would have you give up your dream, Lou? I love you, and you deserve better than her.”
“I love you too, Harry.” Harry took a deep breath. He had two options, he always had two options. Admit his feelings, or continue to lie to his best friend. He looked at Louis again. He was so fragile, so innocent in all he did. All he allowed Harry to do. He probably had no idea. Harry couldn’t lie any longer.
“No, I mean really love you.” Harry said, and let go of his friend, stood up and walked to the shattered phone, scooping up the remnants.
“What? You can’t mean that, Haz.” Louis said, getting up of the floor.
“Look – I don’t even know why I said it, Lou. It doesn’t matter, can we pretend I didn’ sa-” Louis kissed him firmly on the lips, shutting the younger boy up.
“Harry. Do you know how long i’ve waited to hear that?”
“I wish we could tell people. Even just the boys.” Harry said, one evening, curling into Louis, naked and sated.
“You know we can’t. If we let our guard down around them, then we’ll let our guard down around cameras. We’ll get caught.”
“Maybe that’d be a good thing. No more hiding.” Harry said quietly, tracing Louis’ muscles.
“Think about it, Curly. What would they say if they knew? The press, I mean? The Haters?”
“Well, first of all, they’d say that they were dumb for not noticing sooner, because we’re perfect together, and then – then we’d be One Direction, that gay boy band.” Harry sighed, as he traced patterns on Louis’ chest. “We couldn’t do that to the boys, could we?” Louis shook his head gently and threaded his hands through Harry’s hair.
“We’re alone, now though.” The younger boy pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s jaw.
“No, Loubear. We’re together.”