It's Just A Game. [Larry Fanfic]

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson completely shipped 'Larry Stylinson.' They would purposefully flirt and cuddle and look cute for their fans, because they loved making their fans happy. It was just a game to them. They always tried to see who could push each other the farthest, who could act the cutest and most loving. Though then came a fateful day when they were doing a concert and a fan girl asked them to do the unthinkable for her birthday - to kiss. Will this kiss take a toll on one of them? Is it just a game between them any more - or has this game turned into real life?"

49Likes
18Comments
5251Views
AA

3. Louis.

"What do you mean you don't want to play?"

"I just don't. I'm not in the mood."

"But we play every Sunday morning, Louis."

"But I don't want to play today, Harry. I really don't want to."

He sighed and pouted. "Fine," he grumbled, and I felt bad, but I was honestly not in the mood to play. I was over it. 


I sat on the couch and looked at the sappy movie on Lifetime. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I was in a bleh mood. I sighed and rolled my eyes as the ending of the sappy movie ended horribly. Too cliche.

"Louis! Breakfast's ready!" Harry called from the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry!" I called back.

Harry came into the living room, holding two plates of food. "You're eating."

"No."

"Louis, it's been a week and you've moping around too much. Get happy. Please? For me?"

"No."

He sighed and set the plates down on the table. Of course I was unhappy. My girlfriend dumped me because everyone thinks I'm gay. It's a horrible thing to be accused of something you're not. It sucks, but what sucks more is that I have no idea if these accusations are actually true or not. I mean...men who are middle-aged and have families question their sexuality. I hate saying that, but I have to admit it's true. I am honestly admitting that I'm questioning my sexuality. It's very frustrating. I got up from the couch and left Harry with two plates worth of food and went upstairs to my room. I pulled out my phone and called my mother.

"Hello sweetie," she greeted.

"Hi Mummy," I replied.

"Is everything okay? You sound kind of down."

"A lot has happened."

"Tell me all about it, Louis."

"Well, Eleanor broke up with me."

"What? Why would she do that?"

"She thinks I'm gay."

"Just because of the kiss?"

"Yeah, and because of all those other Larry moments."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Louis. Though just think of how this leaves you more room to find the perfect one."

"I know."

"Is there anything else?"

"She might be right."

My mum paused. "That you're gay?"

"I don't know Mum. I just...feel like no woman is going to love me, and then I look at Harry and..."

"I see. Being curious is normal."

"But what should I do?"

"Explore your sexuality, my boy. This is the one time I'm giving you the right to whore around. I don't have to worry about you becoming a father quickly if you experiment."

I smiled faintly. "I love you, Mum."

"I love you, too. Now are you better?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Alright. Well goodbye then, dear."

"Bye." I hung up and sighed. I pulled out my laptop and sat it on the table. I decided to use twitcam for the fans. I adjusted the camera and then said, "Hello fans. Haven't spoken to you in a while. Sorry about that, but we're off tour now and so now I have time to talk before we record our next album. I've been a little down lately. I got dumped for wrong reasons and it's quite upsetting. She thinks I'm gay, and I completely ship Larry Stylinson. I love Larry, and I don't care if my fans write fanfictions or make videos, but I just wish the media would stya out of it. It's getting personal. The media never helps with anything anyway. I-"

"LOUIS TOMLINSON!" shouted Harry, barging into the room. "You are going to eat these eggs and you are going to like them!"

I smiled up Harry, who look hilarious. "Say hi to the fans Harry."

He looked at the camera and smiled. "Hello," he greeted casually, and then faced me. "Eat these." He shoved the plate into my hands and sat next to me. "You eat. I talk."

"They're cold now," I told him.

Harry glared at me. He grabbed the eggs and shoved them in my face. He shoved me out of view of the camera and I sat by, laughing. My legs were over his and I put my foot in his face as he spoke. "Louis is being quite the ass this morning. You've been one all week."

"Have not."

"Have too! Anyway, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Louis has to end this little chat. He's not allowed to talk to fans until he finished his breakfast."

I threw an egg at him. He threw it back and tackled me, the fans not being able to see us. He got up quickly and then turned the camera off. He collapsed next to me and said, "Well then, what should we do today?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "But Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want people to keep calling me gay. It's frustrating."

"Okay..."

"I don't want to ship Larry Stylinson anymore."

He looked at me. "But half the time it's all natural. I can't help but be close to you."

"I know, but...can you just do this for me?"

"Alright," he mumbled.

"Sorry."

"It's fine."

"I can tell you're lying."

"Well, who cares what other people think?" he asked, sitting up.

"I care," I replied, also sitting up. "I care about the fans."

"But so what if they think you're gay?"

"How am I suppose to fall in love when every girl thinks I'm in love with my best friend?"

"Not every girl thinks that, Louis. Quit acting like it's a big deal."

"But it is a big deal."

He rolled his eyes. "You're dramatic," he told me.

"And you're a child," I replied.

"Oh don't even play that card, Louis. You're more immature than anyone. You act like a stupid child."

"You're the stupid one, Harry!" I exclaimed, standing.

"I'm not stupid!" he shouted, standing.

"You're a freaking idiot and you're a child and selfish, too. Everything I told you the other night is true. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Now grow up and stop thinking about yourself."

He sat back down, crossing his arms. He was crying again, but I didn't feel sorry this time.

"See? You're crying. Can you not handle this freaking situation? Of course not. You're just a kid."

"You're a jerk," he told me, wiping his tears.

"A jerk? Is that all you have?"

"You're suppose to be my best friend, but ever since you kissed me you've become so mean."

"Deal with it."

He looked at me. "I hate you," he whispered.

"You hate me?"

"Yes."

"Oh really?"

"Oh please. You probably have some stupid, pathetic crush on me. Don't say stupid things like that Harry." I grabbed my keys and started to walk down the hall.

"Louis, wait," he begged, following me. "Don't go."

"Why not?" I asked, facing him. "You hate me. Don't you want me to go?"

"Louis, you know I don't hate you. Just...don't go. Please. Everyone knows that when two people fight, one person leaves and then that person dies and they regret saying those things to each other. It's in all the movies."

I shook my head. "Whatever." I walked out the door and got in my car. I drove away and ten minutes later I pulled into a parking lot. I just sat in the car. I felt bad. I made him cry too much when we fought, and we fought too much, too. I sighed and pulled out my phone. I got onto Twitter and tweeted to him, "I'm sorry :/" and reclined in the seat. A few minutes later I got a tweet saying, "Come home" from Harry. So I drove home, thinking there was too much drama going on. I went back inside and hugged Harry once I saw him.

"I'm tired of fighting," he told me.

"Me, too. It's just a lot of bad stuff keeps happening," I replied.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." We plopped onto the couch, still hugging. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his head. He smelt wonderful and his skin was so warm. I kicked off my shoes and turned on the TV. I got a text from Liam asking, "U ok?" I replied with "Yes just a stupid fight."

"Let's just watch Disney movies today," I told him.

He smiled at me. "I like that idea."

I smiled at him. "I really am sorry, Harry."

"I know. Let's just forget about it like we do with every fight."

"I hate making you cry." I moved his hair out of his face, and he blushed. He got up from the couch and looked through the movies as I watched him. He blushed. He blushed like a silly little school girl that had a crush - on me.

 

---------

Next update: TOMORROW! :D (cause I'm nice)

I'll be writing more often cause it's Winter break right now! yayayayay! CHRISTMASSS

 

Comment/Like/Favourite?<3

_nialler_

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...