Love Me Please (Larry Stylinson)

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It became clear, after a few weeks, that Louis was dead set on falling in love with someone else. Someone who wasn't Harry.

He dated four separate people within twenty-four days. None of them worked out. After that, he began going out at night to parties and clubs that were further away from campus for the sake of anonymity. No one on campus would go near Louis because they knew he belonged to Harry, no matter how much Louis tried to hide it or deny it.

Harry went out at night to try to find him. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. He wasn't sure if Louis was predictable or if soulmatching gave Harry an extra sense to help find him, to help protect him. He drove him home when he got too wasted to take care of himself. The only times Louis went with him without putting up a fight were when he was too exhausted to even try to argue.

It was weighing on him. Harry couldn't keep this up much longer. His mental health was slipping and so were his grades. He hardly had time for schoolwork with everything that was going on with his family and now Louis too. Part of it had to do with always making sure Louis was okay, but most of it was just the heavy depression he felt pressing on his chest from the moment he woke up in the morning to the time his eyes shut at night.

It was difficult to distract himself. At night he would lie in bed with his fingers pressed to his mark behind his ear, stroking back and forth. It became a bit of a coping strategy, because the action made him feel closer to Louis even without him there. Mostly, it calmed him.

It wasn't enough, but it was all he had.