Come Back (Larry Stylinson)

Harry Styles sat on the couch with his boyfriend Stan. They were both nineteen and had been dating for two months. He was way more into the relationship then he was though. But he had a good reason for that.

Louis Tomlinson.

He was Harry's best friend, and first love. They never dated, but he was in love with him. And the summer of their last year in junior high (8th grade) they bonded. It seemed that whole summer was about love. Everything was going so great, Harry went on a weeklong vacation with his mom, and but when he came back, he was gone.

Harry had gone over to the Tomlinson household to ask where he was, but they wouldn't tell him. They told him that he wanted to leave, and they had gotten specific instructions to tell no one where he was.

He was heartbroken. And on some days he'd find himself thinking about him. He missed him like crazy, and hoped that one day he'd come back, that way he'd at least know how he was.

"Harry, we should go over to Liam and Zayn's!" Stan exclaimed as he got up and put his shoes on, never giving him time to even say yes or no. He really didn't want to go anywhere. But, did he ever really have a choice with Stan?

Stan Lucas was a spiky brunette, with deep blue eyes (A/N: sorry if this is wrong. I don’t know much about Stan, so I can’t really describe him. And sorry if there is anything offensive) and an awful personality. No one understood why Harry was with him.

He got his shoes on as Stan dragged him out the door.

Zayn walked around the grocery store, looking for things to make for dinner. He was clicking his pin, and thinking really hard, until he heard a familiar voice speaking. It was a voice he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Okay. Yes. I got it. Yes. How is she? Sleeping? Great I'll be home in just a few minutes. I'm still picking up your groceries. I'm glad to be back," The voice said.

The Bradford bad boy walked to the next aisle over, and saw a somewhat short, feathery haired, lad looking at vegetables. "Louis Tomlinson?" he questioned.

The brunette lad turned. "Zayn Malik?" he asked with a smile. Zayn nodded and ran up to him, anger rising inside him.

"How dare you show your face back here again?" The black haired boy spit out. Louis gave him a confused look.

"What the?" he said angrily.

"You broke Harry's heart, and now you’re back again. I swear, if you even try to talk to him, I will make you have nightmares," Zayn threatened.

"I thought you were my best friend and I had to leave. I didn't mean to break his heart. I was doing what was best for me….. Us," Louis whispered remembering they were in a grocery store.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Zayn questioned.

"It means that I was doing something for myself," he answered.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "And just not caring about anyone else? He loved you. And still does," he shook his head in disgust.

The brunette boy’s eyes were brimming with tears. "You don't understand. I was fifteen and scared," he shot back.

The Bradford bad boy stared him down, until he saw a truth in the lad's eyes. He had honestly been scared. "Why were you scared?" Zayn asked gently.

"I was sixteen and pregnant. You would've been scared to," he answered.

Zayn looked stunned. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?" he suggested.

Louis looked like he was thinking, and then nodded. "Sure, meet me at the old coffee shop in an hour," he agreed.

Exactly an hour later Zayn met him at the old coffee shop. He smiled when he saw Louis sitting at a booth, next to a little girl.

"Hey," Zayn greeted.

"Hello," Louis answered back, and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Care to tell me now?" The lad asked.

"What do you want to know?" Louis questioned.