since people apparently still aren’t over the haylor bs, here’s my theory:
I know I always give the bea- I mean Eleanor shit and say I don’t respect her and everything but after this whole Haylor stunt I respect her now, a whole lot because even though I don’t believe her and Louis are dating I believe that she has been there for him to comfort him and keep him from doing stupid things. And I’m really grateful for her right now.
Same shit different day. I’m out showing off to the world my “relationship” with Eleanor. It should actually be called a fakelationship because that’s all it was. Fake.
I didn’t even try today. I’m not even paying attention to her. She’s going on and on about how it’s going to be okay and how I played at Madison Square Garden last night and how I should be so proud of how good of a show the boys and I put on. She was a good friend. She kept me alive and well when all I wanted to do was break down and cry. Not only that…. I wanted to die.
Harry had a beard of his own now.
I know I’ve had a beard for over a year now but Harry was stronger than I was. He was so much stronger. He put on his brave face for us. He dealt with the bullshit so we could be together.
But I wasn’t as strong.
I thought back to last night. To how good it felt to get that wasted. I barley even remember what happened. I remember walking out of the bar with Eleanor behind me trying to keep me awake. I turned to fans telling them tomorrow was Christmas. I didn’t have a care in the world. When I walked back into our hotel room I went right to go and cuddle with Harry but he wasn’t in bed. So I cried myself to sleep. He found his way back in at around 4 or 5 in the morning and slipped into bed with me and wiped my tears. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I was brought out of my daydream by Eleanor telling me we had reached the hotel. I rode the elevator to my room and decided it was my time. I thought back to all the memories Harry and I had together and I realized I couldn’t wait to be with him in public anymore and how people weren’t going to believe that we were in a relationship anymore because they would believe Harry was with….with…..her.
I walked into my hotel room to see Harry had gone out with Taylor and decided this would be the perfect time to do this. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing. At first I didn’t know what to say, but when I found it, it poured out all over this paper. I placed it on the bed with my picture of Harry and I that I always bring on tour with me… It was the one of us at Leeds Fest. Oh that weekend. It was the weekend where we first had sex and when we did we didn’t stop. Tears came to my eyes reminiscing in memories of that weekend.
More memories came to me as I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my special bag full of things I might need if I was not well while on the tour. I brought it into the bathroom and placed it on the counter. I picked 5 different bottles and placed them on the floor in front of me. If I was going to go, I was going to do it in an organized fashion. I picked 3 pills from each bottle and placed them in my hand.
I was getting ready to put them in my mouth when the door opened and Harry called my name. It startled me and I dropped the pills all over the floor. I started panicking trying to get them picked up and in my mouth before Harry came and found out that I was in here. I heard him pick up the letter and my hands started shaking making it harder to pick up the pills. I started to freak out even more and cry. Before I knew it I let a loud sob come out of my mouth. I heard the footsteps come towards the door. I tried to pick up the pills faster but my hands would not allow me to.
Harry opened the door and looked at me down on the floor by the bathtub, pills everywhere. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he walked over to me sat down and grabbed me in his arms. He pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth, wiping my tears away. I put my face into his chest and started sobbing.
“It’s okay Louis, baby. Everything’s going to be okay. I promise. Please don’t hurt yourself I couldn’t imagine my life without your beautiful face in it. Please stay with me we’re going to get through this.”
I nodded in his chest as I promised him that I would stay and never ever leave him. Ever.
Blue met Green. Short met Tall. Straight met Curly. The Fray met Coldplay.
3 times the charm has never reigned more true; Louis Tomlinson finally met Harry Styles.
Okay there are so many things wrong with this I decided to do my first real Analysis on this post right here. Sorry if it sucks i didnt have much to work with
Here we go:
I’m posting this early because it’s getting far out of hand.
We are, in and of ourselves the masters of our own destruction. We are literally tearing ourselves apart at the seams and we are too focused blaming other people to even realize it. I started this Mr. X business as a warning. Historically, in the face of adversity people can come together for a common purpose. When faced with a problem, even the longest of enemies can become friends long enough to solve the problem I was hoping that if I scared this fandom into thinking that something was going to happen to the boys, we might unite for even just a moment and try to solve the problem.
I should have known better than to think you capable of something like that. I’m completely disgusted by everyone in this fandom. I couldn’t even wait until Dec. 3rd to post this because in just about 24 hours, you all have escalated this far too far. I’m worried about what would happen if I waited. I’m going to be really cliche for a moment and quote Lincoln, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” We are so divided it is ridiculous. And I’m not just talking about Larry vs. Elounor either. This Fandom is so divided it’s no wonder it’s crumbling. Everyone has an opinion about everything having to do with the boys.
We’re putting them in little boxes, forcing our personal ideas on to them and suffocating them. They aren’t going to be able to handle it for much longer. We stereotype them and force our opinions on them. We can’t do that! They are real, living people. They are human beings, not characters in a tv show or movie. They have lives, feelings and ideas. We can’t manipulate them to fit our expectations. Think of all the pressure that is put on you on a daily basis.
Think of the parents, coaches, friends, and other people all putting pressure on you. Teachers wanting you to get good grades, friends wanting you to be cool, coaches wanting you to do better on the team. Think how you feel with all that pressure. Now multiply it by about 4 million. Imagine 4 million people putting pressure on you. Expecting you to act a certain way. To think certain things, to be a certain person. None of us knows the boys personally. None of us is their best friend, their brother/sister or their parent. None of us knows what they think, how they feel and who they want to be. We need to stop categorizing them. We can’t just control their lives as if they are characters and we are their creator.
Please, I beg of you stop and think. The whole point of this fandom is a love of One Direction. We should be united over a common cause. Instead we are busy worrying about trivial things that don’t even matter. If we can’t even unite ourselves over something we all love, than what can we do.
Please spread this around. This Mr. X deal has escalated beyond a point that I could ever have imagined. No one is ‘falling’ no one is dying. Nothing except this fandom. And it’s all our fault.
If you have any questions, please contact me. I inadvertently started this mess and i intend to finish it.
Sandra Xavier, Mr. X
~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.