Bullshit (Larry Stylinson short story)

Prologue

Harry was laying down next to Louis. Both were in bed, relaxing on a cool Sunday morning. Louis was typing away in his phone while Harry's was on his stomach. Harry started to draw shapes on Louis' stomach when his phone vibrated. "I wouldn't look at that love if I were you" Louis said. Harry ignored him and unlocked his phone, looking at his twitter notifications.

@Louis_Tomlinson

@skyleridk Hows this, Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that.

Harry quickly got up from the bed, louis following him. "Harry I have no choice! Management told me to!" Harry was furious and hurt to say the least. He quickly got dressed, grabbed his belonging and darted out of the house. "Harry! Love! Don't leave!" Harry was at the door when he turned to face louis, tears begging to fall from his eyes. "You stay with your band and I stay with mine. You want to see bullshit? Well you're going to get it."

Harry opened the door and slammed it shut. He meant what he said back there. If Lou wants to see real bullshit, he's going to see it and get it.