I found this short larry one-shot lying around and decided to post it. It's short and old -meaning not too good- so beware.

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Louis's POV

Why does Harry need to talk to me? I mean sure after the whole Larry/Eleanour thing got out of hand, things between us haven't been the same. But we're still a couple just with awkward moments.

We've been dating for a while now, behind scenes of course. Eleanor is just a friend, not a beard or anything. Just a lovely friend.

I walk nervously Harry's room scared. I'm scared of what he's going to say.

What if he yells at me?

I knock on the door "Come in." Harry's deep voice calls from within.

I open it and step inside, closing the door after me. There's no reason to anyways. Zayn is with Perrie. Liam is out on a friendly walk with Danielle. And Niall is with Demi at a cafe.

"Louis." Harry brings me back to reality.

"Harry." I reply.

There's an awkward silence during which I look at Harry. His mop of curly brown locks, sitting messily upon his head. His pink lips in a straight line. No emotion whatsoever in his green eyes.

I stand leaning in the door not sure what to do. "Uh you wanted to talk to me Harry?"

He just nods "Yeah...listen Lou. You know I love you right?"

I nod not sure where this is going "And you know that I love you too."

He grimaces. Did I say the wrong thing? "There's no easy way to say this."

He can't be can he? After everything we've been through? All the moments we've shared?

"A-are you breaking up with me?" I ask close to tears.

He hesitates "I'm sorry Lou."

"Why?!" I yell startling him.

He bites his lip "This whole Larry/Eleanour thing is messing up our relationship Louis. We're not the same as we were before. Things just...aren't working. I'm done."

I just stand there shocked absorbing his words. Those two words echoing in my head.

'I'm done.'

No. I will not let this happen! I will not let Harry slip out of my grasp. No matter what. He may be done with our relationship.

But I'm not.

"Harry, please, we can work this out." I all but beg, tears threatning to spill.

He just shakes his head, eyes watering and it's the only sign that he's just as upset about this as I am. "No, this isn't going to work no matter what we do Louis. You have to understand that."

"But-"

"IT'S OVER!" He yells, tears running down his pink cheeks.

All I can do is stare at him, shock keeping me from saying or doing anything.

He's lying.

I know he is.

"It's over." Harry mumbles under his breath over and over again. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself more than me.

I want to say something, do anything, but I can't move.

Finally Harry turns around, his back facing me and walks to the door. Before stepping out and walking away, I see him take a deep breath and turn to face me.

"I'm done."

No.

Please don't.

"We're done."