-Louis-

“So, guys, how was your weekend? Fun?” I said as I took a seat in the armchair next to the mixing table. It was our first day back in rehearsals for a while and I must say - it was nice being back. I always miss the guys when we’re not together. Of course I had a great time back home, but I hate not being part of everything that’s going on in their lives. They’re like my brothers, you know? Even though Eleanor and I have been together for years, there’s nothing that can replace the love I have for these guys.

“Seriously, you should have been there guys,” Liam said as he took a seat in the chair next to mine while fixing his shirt. “It was so much fun,” he continued while looking at me, then Zayn who stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “Well, that was until Niall decided to become completely hammered.”

Niall, who didn’t look too well by the looks of it, got up from his seat on the floor and held out his arms in defence. “Hey now…It’s not like you’re never drunk,” he began looking at Liam, making us all laugh. “Okay, maybe I had one to many… but it was fun…I guess…” he continued while scratching the back of his head. “I don’t really remember that much…” Okay, now I must have missed out on a good night out. Wonder if we have time to go out next weekend…

“You don’t?! You were hilarious!” Liam was now laughing while clapping his hands.

“What happened?” Zayn joined in, as curious as I was to what we might have missed.

“Niall was smashed! Someone even told us that we had to leave the club because of him!” Liam said, still enjoying himself.

“Fun, you say?” Honestly, I didn’t see what could’ve so hilarious about that. I hate when those things happens. Might ruin the night if you ask me.

“Yeah, because on our way back to his place he kept going on and on and on and on and on...”

“Okay, we get it...” I said, cutting him off.

“…about Sarah,” he finished.

“What?” both Zayn and I said as we looked over at one angry Niall. If looks could kill, I would say we’d all be attending Liam’s funeral next week.

“Sorry, mate. I couldn’t help it,” Liam said apologetically towards Niall. “You were so cute.”

“Cute?!” Niall said now even angrier than ever. That’s when everyone started laughing. Well, everyone apart from Niall.

“Aww, don’t get mad. It’s not our fault that you where that drunk. You should thank me and Maria for taking you home!” Liam said getting up from his seat while Zayn, Harry and I continued laughing our asses off.

Then Zayn decided to turn the tables around. “So you took Maria home after, or?”

“Yeah? Why?” Liam said, turning around at his feet and trying not to look bothered by the sudden change of subject, making everyone snicker

“Awkward…” I said as the silence came in, not being able to stand any more surprises. Not that hearing Liam and Maria hooking up would be a surprise. I’ve heard way too much about that for the last couple of weeks thank you very much, Liam… “Harreh, you’re awfully quiet over there. Did you have a good time this weekend?” I said as I realised Harry hadn’t spoken a word since we took a break from rehearsing.

He was leaning awkwardly in the doorway at the very end of the room. “Yeah? Why are you asking?” he said with an attitude. His smug grin had now turned into a frown as he looked at me with questioningly eyes. What’s his deal?

“Well, I was asking all of you,” I said not really sure if I had said something wrong or not.

“Okay,” was all he said.

“Well, since you’re being all mysterious and stuff… I guess you don’t want to talk about it?” I continued not sure if I wanted pester him with anymore questions. I know the guys loves to gang up on him, but I know that Harry doesn’t always like to be put in that kind of a situation. He is the youngest after all. I’ll cut him some slack.

“You guessed right…” Harry continued, not showing any signs of emotions.

It took about two seconds before Niall decided that he wasn’t going to be as understanding as I was. “So, what happened?”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah, you said you didn’t want to talk about it. But I do,” Niall continued eagerly.

“Yeah, we all do…” Zayn joined in on behalf of all of us. Honestly, I was really curious as to why he didn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t usually keep anything away from me.

“Wow. Well, something must have happened. Wonder what you were up to?” Niall said now laughing more to himself.

“Nothing… just let it be!” Harry said annoyed at everyone.

“Go on mate, what happened after we went home?” Niall carried on, clearly not planning on giving him any slack.

“You mean after I carried you home…” Liam chimed in.

“Oy! That’s beside the point…” Niall said pointing his finger at him. God, this is hilarious.

“Sorry,” Liam said before he continued to question Harry. “So? Why wont you tell us?”

“Did someone spill a drink on you again??” Zayn said grinning.

“What, no!?” Harry said, before Niall decided to take a second guess.

“Don’t tell me that you decided to take an early night again?”

“No…”

“But, then what?” Niall cried out.

“Nothing!” Harry blurted out while holding his arms out like a cry for help. “Stop with the questions! Nothing happened!”

“Did you hook-up with someone?” I suddenly said without thinking my words through.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry cursed as he looked up to the ceiling while shaking his head in disbelief before he turned around in the doorway, stormed out and smacked the door shut.

About five seconds passed of complete and utter silence with everyone staring blankly at each other. What the hell just happened? I suddenly felt really bad and for not listening to him. Maybe I went a bit too far…

I got up from my seat only to receive six eyes staring at me. “I’ll go after him.” It wasn’t like we could continue rehearsing now anyway. And if anyone should talk to him, it should be me. I was the one who took it too far, and I was supposed to be his best friend. None of the boys dared to object, so I left in a hurry to try to catch up with him.

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I walked down the corridor on my way to the dressing room when I heard Harry talking to someone. There was no one answering so my guess was that he was on the phone with someone. I stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention my name, then the other lads. I’m usually not the guy who listens into other people’s conversations. Well, that's after being told off by Eleanor. But it was like my feat were glued to the floor and my body completely froze still.

“I know, but I don’t want to do this any more…” Harry’s voice said on the other side of the door.

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“No, of course…"

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"Yes,..."

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"I know, but…” he continued rambling while not making any sense. There was a long pause before he sighed, “alright. Yes…"

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"Fine."

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"Bye.”

I tried to move closer to the door to figure out if he was the phone or not, only to hear complete silence. I guess this was my queue.

“Knock, knock,” I said as I half-opened the door. No answer. “Harry, can I come in?” A few seconds passed before I decided not to wait for an invite. I opened up the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me before I turned around to see Harry sitting at his usual spot on the couch. “Look, Harry, I’m sorry if we went a little too far. I, we didn’t mean to upset you. You know how we are. We’re a bunch of dickheads when it comes to picking on someone…”

“You’re not dickheads…” he cut in, still looking down.

“So, you’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad.”

“But you’re upset?”

“No, I’m just tired, that’s all…” Harry said, clearly lying. I knew there was something up.

“Harry, you never used to keep anything from me. We we’re best buds. You and me against the world, remember? What happened to Larry Stylinson?”

Harry suddenly looked up from his fumbling hands while raising his eyebrows and giving me a tine smile. “Really? We’re bringing up Larry Stylinson now?”

“Yes. We are,” I said as I took a seat next to him. “After the Take Me Home tour, things have never been the same with the two of us. You used to tell me everything.”

“You know very well why,” he said giving me a sad smile, while raising his eyebrows.

He’s right, I know. We never really talked about it, but after a while, all the comments and hate Harry and I got suggesting that we were more than friends and gay… well, it started to affect our friendship. We used to live together and we we’re always close friends ever since we met during our time in the X-factor. We literally did everything together - everything from cooking, sleeping, working and spending our holidays together. I guess you could say that we sounded like a married couple. Anyway, that’s how all this started. All the rumours… “Harry and Louis are secretly waiting to come out of the closet.” “Eleanor is fake.” “Eleanor is a beard.” We never gave the stupid accusations any thought, in the beginning and we just thought of it as a silly joke. Only after a while I figured out that Harry had always been more likely to care about what other people think of him. Not in a self-obsessed way. Just that he doesn’t like people going behind his back saying stuff that isn’t true. We agreed to stop fooling around on stage and put any more fuel to these stupid rumours by spending that much time together. After some time, we didn’t really spend any time together. Apart from work, of course. But even then, it was like we we’re miles apart. He never laughed at any of my jokes. We never hung out. We never even sit next to each other. It was always more Harry that seemed to keep his distance, and it hurt. I lost my best friend in a way, even though I still saw him almost every day, but I knew that this was the only way to keep the rumours to a minimum, so I just went along with it.

“Look, I know that things haven’t always been easy for you, but you that you can always come to me with anything, right?” I said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I know, thanks mate. Honestly though, I’m fine. I just had a moment,” Harry said as he fixed himself in his seat.

“Okay, but it looked like more than that,” I said before squeezing my eyes shut. “Sorry, I’ll stop asking.”

Harry sighed, “No, it’s fine.”

“You’re going to tell me what’s going on?” I said, surprised at his change of mind.

“Nothing’s going on, really. I just…” he said before looking away. “I’m just in a …difficult position, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it. It’s not that I told feel like I can’t talk to you, or any of the guys for that matter, it’s just that I’d prefer it if you guys didn’t push me. I’ll tell you when the moment is right. For now, I just want let it be. Okay?” Harry explained, hoping that this would be enough information.

“Alright, I’ll stop asking anymore questions. Just please, don’t shut me out completely,” I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t,” Harry said giving me that friendly smile that I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Good. Now, does this mean that we’re Larry Stylinson again?” I said testing how his mood was.

Harry laughed, while closing his eyes. I guess that was too soon. I opened my mouth to say I was sorry, but than Harry turned to look at me. “Mate, we’re always going to be Larry Stylinson.”

Notes

Hii! I'm sorry that this chapter is vert short and all, but I thought it was about time that I updated. I hope you liked it. :) There's a new chapter in the making and I promise to give you more of the girls next time. Let me know what you thought's are. xo