~Apologies Mean Nothing~
A Larry Stylinson One Shot.
PLEASE PLAY AUDIO WHILE YOU READ THE ONE SHOT.
Louis stood at the edge of the lake, skipping stones like he used to when he was younger. He was attempting to be “calm” and “serene” but he just couldn’t be that when Zayn had just told Louis that Harry and his longtime girlfriend were planning to tie the knot. Louis refused to believe it because that meant that every thing that had been happening between Louis and Harry was complete and utter bullshit and Louis knew deep down inside that it couldn’t be true.
His phone rang and Louis glanced down at the caller ID, his heart started beating fast when he saw that it was Harry calling, and he cursed himself because he didn’t want his heart to beat over Harry.
“Hello?” Louis said calmly.
“Hey babe, you busy tonight?”
Louis willed himself to say yes, he was busy, willed himself to not be so attached to something that looked like it was going downhill.
“No, I’m not busy.” Louis said, his voice cracking. Stupidstupidstupid. Zayn was right about what he said last time; Louis was whipped by famous pop star Harry Styles. And Harry saw him as nothing but a rebound or a little sex toy that was there every time he called and needed some pleasure while he was thrust into the back of a closet.
Louis wished he didn’t love Harry.
When Louis arrived at Harry’s flat, Harry opened the door wearing a blanket that was wrapped around his body and looking surprised.
“What the hell, Louis?!” Harry said angrily, pulling Louis into the flat.
“I told you to never come through the front door.”
“Why does it matter?” Louis retorted.
“Someone might see you!”
“Are you ashamed of me, Harry?”
“Course not, babe” Harry said sheepishly. “I just don’t want people meddling in our business.”
And with that, Louis forgave him, just like he always did.
“Come here,” Harry said throatily, his eyes filled with lust as he guided Louis to his bedroom.
When they arrived at the bedroom, Harry grabbed Louis by the back of his head and began furiously sucking on his bottom lip.
“Ungh, I missed this.” Harry muttered. “Missed your big lips.”
Louis ignored Harry’s comment and kissed him back. Louis didn’t have big lips.
They kissed and it got more heated, Louis felt Harry’s hard on rubbing on his own, and that made him whimper.
“Get down on your knees for me baby.” Harry growled.
And Louis did. Louis was never the submissive type, but if Harry asked him to jump, he’d say “how high?”
Louis did everything Harry asked of him, every rational thought Louis ever had left his brain every time Harry touched him. Louis made love to Harry while Harry moaned at Louis to “fuck him harder.”
When it was over, Harry turned to Louis.
“It was fun tonight babe. But you need to go now, Alice is coming home soon.”
So with that, Louis picked up his clothes and left Harry’s flat, knowing that tonight was just another night Louis wouldn’t be able to wake up with Harry next to him.
Weeks later, Louis was sitting alone in his flat, watching TV. It was some stupid gossip television show and just as Louis was about to change the channel, the reporter announced that “Famous popstar Harry Styles had just announced his engagement to longtime girlfriend, Alice Benson.”
Louis dropped the remote and his hand flew to his mouth, a strangled sob escaping his throat.
Harry had promised that things with Alice would end soon. What the fuck was going on?
Louis picked up the phone and called Zayn.
“Did you know?!” he cried when Zayn picked up on the first ring. “Did you know he was going to dump me like this? Without any warning?”
“I’m so sorry mate. There was nothing I could do…”
Louis slammed the phone down, his body racking with sobs.
He got up to check his mail and found a wedding invitation with a simple “sorry” attached to it and his heart fell.
Harry wasn’t going to change his mind. Harry wasn’t going to marry Louis and he wasn’t in love with Louis like he said he was. Louis was nothing more than Harry’s stupid, whipped, sex slave.
So on the 12th of June, the day of Harry’s wedding, Louis made his way to Harry’s flat, using his spare key to enter and stood out onto the spacious balcony.
He grabbed a piece of Harry’s expensive stationary and downed a bit of his expensive alcohol to give himself courage to do what he was about to do.
On that expensive piece of stationary, Louis wrote his final goodbye while Harry and Alice exchanged wedding vows.
Louis stood at the top of the balcony while Harry had his first customary dance with his new bride.
Louis jumped when Harry and his new wife whispered their “I love yous” to one another.
The only thing he left behind was a simple line on a piece of expensive paper.
I’m sorry too.
This one is for Christi :)
The audio used is “River Flows in You” by Yiruma.