so. dieser one shot ist schon ewig alt (also der eigentliche, ursprüngliche), aber ich mag ihn absolut gar nicht, vor allem diese komische mischung aus englisch und deutsch und er war auch mega kurz und ich mag ihn einfach nicht. deshalb hab ich den one shot quasi mit der gleichen handlung nochmal neu geschrieben, aber komplett auf englisch und besser. enjoy. 💕
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"Louis, don't do this to me!" Harry begged, his lower lip started trembling. "You know that I love you, please, I didn't do anything, you have to believe me!"

"What d'you mean you didn't do anything? I fucking saw you kissing her, Harold. That is pretty much something!" Louis yelled and opened the door gesturing Harry to leave.

"Lou, no, don't..."

Harry tried his best to hold back the tears, to not lose himself in front of Louis. He hadn't done anything wrong and he wouldn't give Louis the gratification of seeing how much he really hurt him.

"Oh don't you Lou me, Harry!" He sighted in disbelief. "You're seriously trying to talk yourself out of this? I saw you, Harry! I saw you. I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you."

"As many times as I'll have to tell you that it wasn't my fault. Louis, you best of all people should know how Modest is. I had no choice."

"I'm serious, Harry. Just leave." Louis refused to look at Harry as he slowly started walking towards the open door.

"Fine," he whispered. "But I love you. Only you. And no one else." Quickly, he brushed a kiss on Louis' cheek and then left. And Louis just shut the door and couldn't help but start to cry. Tiny little sobs came from his throat and he slid down the door slowly, resting his face in his hands.

Why couldn't he just be happy with Harry? Was that really too much to ask?

He'd loved him for such a long time already and now that they were finally together their hell of a management turned the dream into a nightmare.

Louis knew that Harry loved him. But sometimes, when he saw Harry with Taylor, it was just hard to believe that everything about it was fake. Or with any of the other girls they'd put Harry up with.

Louis sighed. He was supposed to be there for Harry. He knew how much it hurt his boyfriend to be portrayed as this heartless womanizer, when in reality he was the opposite of that. Harry was the sweetest and most respectful guy ever, especially when it came to women.

Which was probably one of the reasons Louis fell for him.

He wiped the tears away but it was in vain because they were just followed by new ones.

Louis rested his head on his knees and started trembling from how hard he was crying. It was this kind of uncontrollable sobbing that made it hard to breathe.

Were they even together anymore? Did they just break up? God, Louis prayed that they hadn't. What would he do without Harry?

He didn't even know for how long he sat there on the floor crying but after some time he heard a soft knock on the door.

"Louis?" Liam asked and Louis just sighed and stood up. He wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey," Liam said with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"

Louis nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Liam smiled a little. "And now the truth?" He shoved past Louis into the room and shut the door. Then he grabbed Louis's wrist and pulled him gently to the bed. "Cause considering that Harry has moved into Niall's hotel room for tonight I don't really believe you."

Louis sighted again und fidgeted with the fabric of his shirt. He looked up at Liam who just smiled patiently.

"I...Harry and I had a fight," Louis said and noticed that his eyes started to tear up...again. God, he was so sick of crying. He hated crying. "I saw how he kissed her. And it just seemed...so real you know? And that scares me. Cause I know he only...I know he has no choice and that they make him do it but he is just...he's just too good of an actor." He looked down at his lap again. "When I see them together I really believe he loves this girl. Or my brain starts telling me that if he can fake looking at her that way he can fake looking at me that way. You know? I'm just really really insecure because Harry is so...ugh. I mean everyone loves him and why wouldn't they? He's perfect. But what if I'm just...one of many?"

"Louis," Liam started, almost amused. "But you're not. You're not one of many people who love Harry Styles. You're the one he loves back. Don't you get that?"

Louis bit his lower lip and wiped away a tear.

"But...he is just so...so Harry and he deserves only the best and I don't know if that's me. I love him, Liam, I really do. I'm just scared that...he may not love me as much as I love him."

"Harry fell first, Louis fell harder," Liam mumbled quietly.

"What?" Louis asked.

"Oh nothing," Liam brushed off. "Just something I saw on Twitter yesterday. Uhm...Louis. It's Harry you're talking about. He loves you with his whole heart. And there is nothing anyone can do to change that. You guys have to talk this out. Because if you keep on fighting like this, over this stupid stuff...Modest is just really gonna get what they want and tear you two apart. And no one wants that."

Louis took a deep breath.

"Louis, really," Liam reassured. "You two belong together. No matter how many 'break up songs' Taylor is gonna write and no matter how many times Harry or you are on a 'date' with somebody. You love each other. And you're not alone, okay? Niall, Zayn and I will always be there for you." Liam put his arm around Louis shoulder.

"You're right." Louis sighted. "I should really talk to him. Before the concert tonight."

"Okay. Will you join us for dinner then?" Liam asked and Louis just smiled and nodded. That was something he really appreciated about Liam. He could sense whenever Louis didn't really want to keep on talking about something. So he just changed the topic or simply stopped talking and that made Louis feel better.

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Harry didn't show up to dinner. Or to their room, it seemed like he really did move into Niall's suite. Louis didn't even see him when they were getting ready for the concert.

The first time he saw Harry after their fight was on stage.

He gulped. Harry looked so good. He was without a doubt the most attractive man Louis had ever seen.

The concert helped to relax and get his mind off the fight but then they started answering Twitter questions.

"If you were a girl for 24 hours, what would you do?" Liam read and smirked. "Uuh Harry Styles, you got an answer for us. What is it?"

Louis turned to Harry and had to close his eyes for a second. It should be illegal to look this good. Especially with this scarf in his hair.

"I'd do Niall," Harry then answered, pointing at his band mate. Louis felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He couldn't really breathe for a second and it was difficult to control the emotions on his face.

For the blink of an eye Harry glanced at Louis whom he had ignored the whole concert up till now. His look was challenging, provocative but at the same time Louis saw the hurt in his eyes.

And then it hit him. He really really hurt Harry today. Having doubts about Harry's love for Louis had really broken his heart. And Louis had just thought about himself. God, he was so selfish. And so stupid. And so madly in love with Harry Styles it hurt.

Harry was all Louis wanted and all he'd ever need. He wanted no one else. And he understood that the feeling was mutual. Harry felt the same way about him. And Louis, that idiot had shut him out. He really needed to talk to him.

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After the concert Louis followed Harry to his dressing room and knocked on his door.

"Harry?"

"What?"

"Please let me in. We have to talk. I'm...I'm really sorry."

Harry opened the door. His eyes were filled with tears but Louis could tell how hard Harry was trying to hold them back and look tough.

"What do you want?" He asked with crossed arms.

"You," Louis answered honestly and bit his lip. "Can we please talk?"

Harry released a breath and nodded. He opened the door wide enough for Louis to come in and closed it behind him.

"You really hurt me, Louis."

"I know. And I'm really sorry. I was just thinking about myself and how bad I was feeling that I...I'm really sorry. It's just that..." Louis sat on the couch and sighted. "I'm really insecure. About...about how you feel about me."

"Are you serious?" Harry sat down next to him and looked at him, his eyes softening.

Louis nodded.

"Lou." Harry cupped his face in his big hands and looked him in the eyes. "I love you. I really really, honestly, genuinely love you. You're my everything."

Louis started crying again. He was so fucking sick of it. But now that it was Harry seeing his vulnerable side it was suddenly okay.

"I know. Now I know. I just...it's just really hard seeing you with them. You know? Because you even seem to be getting along so well with them and I'm just...I can't help it, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I get it. What do you think how I feel seeing you with El? The fact that I'm friends with her doesn't make it easier in any way. I just never knew you felt so...threatened. Because Louis if I can assure you something...it's that I don't even think about looking at them the way I look at you. You're the only one for me. Forever. Louis, I am in love with you. Since I saw you for the first time. Don't I show you that enough?"

"Yes! Yes, you do, I'm just...bad at...understanding that. Because you're so...incredible. I just...my brain just doesn't want to understand that from all the billion people in the world you decided to love me. You know what I mean?"

And Harry just looked at him.

"God, Louis, I love you so much." He didn't say any more. He just pulled Louis close and kissed him with all the love he felt for this boy. Which was an infinite amount.

"I love you, too."