《Its Only You (Larry Stylinson short story)》Chapter 16
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Note: So this chapter is only going to be in Louis' POV. I am really sorry for this constant POV change, but I just want you guys to see what it is like in his and Harry's perspective.
Louis' POV
"So I will call you when I departure." I tell Eleanor. We were driving to the airport and El was dropping me there. I had said my goodbyes my mum and sisters and then left. I would miss them, but I was excited to see Harry and confess my feelings for him.
"Okay, by the way did you call Harry?" She asks. I furrow my eyebrows because yes I did call him, but he never answered. I even sent a bunch of texts to him asking if he could pick me up.
"Well yeah I did, but he never answered. I'm getting worried since I haven't talked to him in two days. I think he's with Nick." Eleanor knows that I think that Harry and Nick are together, but she always assured me that they were just friends and that Harry had feelings for me. I still doubted it.
Eleanor didn't say anything, but continue driving. I felt my phone vibrate which meant that someone sent me a text. I looked at the screen and I swear my heart stopped beating for a moment.
Text from- Haz
I quickly unlocked my phone and read the text.
From Haz: Okay. What time do you departure?
I smiled and quickly sent a text.
To Haz: 7 and I can't wait to see you! :D
I frowned as his next reply came:
From Haz: Ok
Why was he being so cold? I didn't realize that we had arrived at the airport until Eleanor tapped my shoulder.
"What's wrong?" She asked. I sighed, "Its Harry. He's being cold through text."
"Sweetie, maybe he's just busy or tired." She assures me. I shake my head, "No, he's always happy and perky." I say.
She just smiles sympathetically and helps me out of the car. We get my stuff and walk to the entrance of the airport. There are a few paps, I notice. I roll my eyes and turn to Eleanor. Some flashes go off which is annoying. These people never leave anyone alone.
"Well I better get going." I say. She smiles and nods. I pull her into a friendly hug and tell her to stay safe and that she will find love. Eleanor isn't a bad person at all. She's a really good friend and I feel bad for not listening to her pleads in the past.
I kiss her cheek and head off to the gates.
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Five hours later, the plane lands in the London airport. I am feeling a bit fuzzy, but that doesn't stop the excitement that I am feeling inside. I just can't wait to see Harry and jump into his arms and..yeah that's really cliche.
I get out the plane and then find all my bags outside. I eagerly get over the process in the airport and after 20 minutes, I'm out. When I walk outside, I meet a bunch of flashes and yelling.
"What the.." I mutter as a few people-probably some people that work in the airport- help me through the crowd. I hear some paps yell out weird questions like, "Are you and Eleanor back together?" or "How do you think Harry feels about this?"
I ignore them and suddenly, I feel a pair of strong arms around my waist and I hear more flashes go off as the yelling grows louder. The arms grip my waist tightly and leads me out of the crowd.
"Stay with me." My savior whispers and its Harry. I move closer to him and glance at him. He looks as stunning as always, but I notice that he looks tired and his green eyes don't have that twinkle in them.
We finally reach the car and I can faintly hear the flashes and voices in a distance. To my dismay, Harry immediately lets go and takes my bags from the airport attendant while thanking him.
We drop my suitcases in the back of his car and enter the car itself. Harry starts the engine and doesn't say a hello or doesn't ask how I am. Strange.
"I am really happy to be back you know. Glad to see you again." I say, hoping that Harry would at least answer. He doesn't and just taps his fingers on the steering wheels. I don't give up.
"My mum and sisters were pretty happy to see me which is quite understanding since I haven't seen them in a while. It was nice to visit Donny and see all my childhood friends." I say. He still doesn't respond and I still don't give up.
"So you know my ex Eleanor?" I see him stifle and stop tapping. I pretend to not notice.
"Well she's not half bad. She's really sweet and it was great to talk to her and hang out with her. We went to a circus with my sisters one night and bought these little clown noses. It was so much fun. She is really great. You guys would get along pretty well actually." I notice that his facial expression turns cold and hard at the mention of Eleanor. Odd.
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"I forgot! I still have to text her that I arrived." I get my phone out and suddenly its taken out of my hand. I look at Harry who stopped the car due to a red light and is looking at my phone. He pockets it and continues driving.
"Harry, what the hell? Give me my phone back!" I demand. He doesn't comply and just stares at the road. "You've been acting so weird lately. You haven't answered my calls or my texts and you didn't even say a fucking hello when I came back! You won't even look at me!" I yell. He flinches at my tone, but doesn't glance at me.
"You know what? Fuck you Harry!" I sneer and look out the window. I notice that we aren't heading the right direction and that we should have been at my apartment by now.
"Where are we going?!" I demand. Of course he doesn't answer and just turns on the radio and turns up the volume.
"Asshole." I mutter hoping that he didn't hear that. After a couple minutes we stop in the middle of nowhere. I notice that he is finally looking at me, but he has this blank look on his face.
"Follow me." He mutters. He gets out of the car, I follow suit as we go into a forest. I stay close behind him and look around the forest. There are trees everywhere and some bushes here and there. Typical forest. The sun is setting the sky is reddish pink. Its quiet except for the crickets chirping and the crunching of leaves as we walk.
He turns and slowly walks. He stops abruptly, making me walk into his back.
"Sorry." I murmur move next to him.
"Take a seat." He says as he walks to some trees. There are a pile of leaves and some raggy blankets under a willow tree. I take a seat under it and play with the leaves. Harry comes back with a...guitar? He sits next to me and leans against the tree while strumming to a quiet tune.
"I found this place 2 years ago when the lads and I came back from tour and the bus broke down. I always go here for some peace or just to think. This guitar was my granddad's. Its always here, safe and sound." He says.
"Its lovely. This place and your guitar." He smiles which also makes me smile, "And your smile." I say accidentally. Thankfully, he doesn't stop smiling and continues to strum his guitar.
"Harry, why were you acting so cold to me?" I ask. He stops and sighs before responding.
"I was jealous. I saw those pictures of you with Eleanor on twitter and I thought that those moments we shared before you left, didn't mean anything to you. And when I saw those pictures of you in the airport in Doncaster, of you and Eleanor together and you kissing her cheek, it got me riled up." He confesses. I smile and almost chuckle.
"Me and Eleanor? Back together? Harry, I am gay. I love dick and anyways she doesn't like me anymore and I don't either." I say, grinning. He smiles and starts laughing and shakes his hand. I laugh with him and our laughs are echoed in the forest. Its really nice.
We stop laughing and catch out breaths. He drop his guitar and to my surprise, he grabs my neck and crashes our lips together. This whole gesture is surprising and not expected, but I kiss back just as furiously and tangle my fingers in his hair. The kiss turns sloppy as his tongue enters my mouth and his hand grips my waist. I moan and pull away. I gasp for air and feel his mouth on my neck, sucking on my skin as his hand makes way under my shirt.
"I love you." I whisper. He stops and looks up at me. His green eyes glistening and his lips red from our hot make out session. I kiss his lips gently and look into his eyes.
"I love you Harry Styles. So, so much." I say. He smiles and cups my face,"I've always been in love with you Louis. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that." He says. My eyes well up in and I quickly wipe them.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask. He chuckles and takes my hands, he kisses each knuckle and grins. "Yes, it would be an honor." I laugh and pull him in a hug. I bury my face in his neck and smile contently. This is where my heart belongs. With Harry.
"Its only you. I only want you." I whisper in his neck.
"I love you." He says and I know that I'm the only one for him.
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So here's the thing.. I thought that I would need a couple more chapters for this, but actually.. there's going to be an epilouge left after this and even though this seems like a fanfic now, its still a short story. A pretty long short story haha. :)
I enjoyed writing this chapter and especially the ending! I was listening to Ed Sheeran's new songs while writing this whole thing so it was really nice.
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