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Stupid With Love

People Aren't Who They Say They Are

Harry P.O.V.

Somehow I ended up at Louis door. I stood there staring at it, my duffel bag hung limply by my side. I was afraid to knock. What would Louis say? How will he react? I’d cut everyone out so I could focus on Niall, just on Niall. They deserved it for how they acted, I’m not saying they didn’t, but still I worried. They were my best friends, surely they will understand, especially Louis. It was this way of thinking that finally made me knock firmly on the door. Not a few second later, the door opened revealing Louis, dressed in his pyjamas, hair dishevelled from lying on his side.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised by my unannounced appearance.

“I ah-,” I stopped, looking down at my shoes. “Can I come in?”

“Of course you can,” he said, stepping aside so I could move past him and into his apartment.

I set my bag down next to the couch and took a seat. Louis walked over and sat on the chair opposite me. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs and looked at me.

“So why are you here, Harry? And why do you have a bag?” he asked it in a tone that sounded as if he already knew the answer to his question.

“I needed a place to crash,” I said, looking down at my hands in my lap. I looked back up at Louis. “I broke up with Niall.” A lump formed in my throat as I said it.

“Oh Harry, I’m so sorry,” he said, getting up and coming to sit beside me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, as a sort of comfort. “What happened?”

“He cheated on me, with Liam. I knew they had kissed, and I knew Niall was scared that something would happen, because he still has feelings for Liam, but I didn’t think that it actually would,” I paused a moment to collect myself. “You called me and said to meet at Liam’s place, so I went over there, and I saw them, naked as they finished with each other,” I looked over at Louis, he had a look in his eye, a look that I couldn’t quite place and was not a hundred percent sure I could trust. A little voice in my head was telling me that he knew he knew exactly what I was talking about and why I was here. He was playing dumb. But Louis is my best friend, he wouldn’t do that to me, so I pushed the voice to the back of my mind.

“Harry, I am so sorry that that happened,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him.

“So can I stay here for a while, until I sort some things out? I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” I said, into his shoulder.

He pulled back, and looked me right in the eye. “Of course you can Harry, take as long as you need. You can sleep in the spare bedroom; it’s already made up,”

I pulled completely out of his embrace and stood up. Grabbing my one bag I started to make my way to the spare bedroom.

“Harry, I’m here for you,” I turned around, nodding my thanks. “Always,” floated after me as I entered the bedroom.

Why did that one sentence, convince me that he knew more than he was letting on. That he knew something I didn’t and was unwilling to share. For the moment I couldn’t bring myself to care, as I shut the door, dropped my bag and collapsed on the bed.

*A few days later*

I haven’t heard one word from Liam or Niall. Not one word. Not even one attempt to contact me, even though I would refuse to listen, from the guy who claims to love me. Have I crossed his mind? Does he wonder where I went, if I’m even okay and not sleeping on some park bench somewhere? No, he knows I would go to Louis’, but that’s no excuse. Has he gone back to Liam? Is that why I haven’t heard from him? It’s not like I care anyway. He cheated on me. He’s out of my mind. I’m not spending every moment of my time thinking about him. It’s not like I’m sitting on Louis’ couch, staring blankly at a re run of friends that I’ve seen a thousand times on the TV, and indulging in a lot more food then I should be. No I’m Harry Edward fucking Styles admired and desired by men and women everywhere. But even so, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing the last few days. I feel like absolute shit.

“Harry, when are you going to get off this couch and do something?” Louis said, from the chair across from me. I didn’t even notice he was there.

I looked over to him, shooting him a glare. “When I can find something worth my time,”

He scoffed, and went back to reading his magazine. What a dick.

I shoved myself off the couch roughly. “Fine, I’m going for a walk,” I said, grabbing my jacket and phone and walking out the door.

I walked fast, determined, but having no idea as to where my destination was. I pushed the lobby doors open and was met with the chilly London air. I quickly put my jacket on, wrapping it around my body in a useless attempt to protect myself from the chill. People looked at me, instantly recognising me, but I paid them no mind. I was too wrapped up in myself. A little while later I found myself at a park, it was oddly crowded for the time of day. I walked until I found an empty bench; I sat down, pulling my jacket higher around my neck, wishing I had brought a scarf or a thicker jacket. For a while I just watched people, I watched the mothers play with their children on the swings, couples walked by me hand in hand, dogs chased after balls and various other objects that their owners chucked into the air. And then there was me, I sat alone on a park bench, too cold to sit comfortably, but not caring enough to get up and retreat to a warmer place. I just sat and watched.

“Harry!” I heard someone calling me name, getting closer. I didn’t turn my head to look, afraid that it was just fans come to ask for pictures. “Harry!” they called again, this time almost directly beside me. I turned my head this time, surprised when I saw Zayn. He came around the front of the bench, and sat beside me. Mimicking my position, but his coat was thicker, making his attempt to keep the cold out that much more successful than mine.

“What are you doing here, Zayn?” I asked him, turning my body slightly so I faced him.

“I was on my way to your apartment to see Niall; he said he wanted to talk to me. But I saw your coat, and sure enough it was you sitting here,” he replied. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought it was about time I got out of Louis’ apartment, I haven’t left since I showed up on his door step,”

“Yeah, I heard you were staying there. Does that mean you and Louis are alright then?” he asked, looking hopeful.

“What do you mean, are we alright? I didn’t think we were ever bad,” I replied, angling my body more towards him, our knees brushed against one another’s. I was instantly intrigued.

“I just meant you guys are okay after he pulled that stunt with Liam and Niall,” he replied, his brow creasing.

“What stunt?”

“Don’t tell me that you have no idea what I’m talking about,” he said.

“Trust me, Zayn. I do not have a clue. Now tell me. What stunt did Louis pull with Liam and Niall,” I said, getting impatient.

He looked up at me worriedly, “I don’t want to get in the middle of things,”

“You’re already in the middle, you might as well make yourself useful while you’re there,” I said, maybe a little too harshly.

He sighed, defeated.

“The other day, the day you broke up with Niall. You know the day you caught them together,” he paused, I nodded encouraging him to continue, “well Louis called you beforehand and told you that Liam wanted to meet us all at his place,” I nodded again. He looked reluctant to continue, I already had a pretty good idea as to where this is going. “Well he never actually said that. Liam didn’t want to meet up with us, Louis only told you that, because he knew they would be together and he wanted you to catch them, so that you would break up with Niall,” he finished in a rush.

I was speechless, like actually speechless. How could Louis do something like that? I stood up from the bench quickly. I began to walk away before I stopped mid step and turned back to Zayn.

“I appreciate you telling me Zayn. I know it puts you in an awkward position,”

He gave me a half smile. “These days it seems like none of us can do anything without getting ourselves into an awkward position. But unlike Louis I want to see you and Niall together. You’re good for each other,”

“Thank you,” I gave him a slight wave before turning back around and making my way back to Louis’ apartment.


I used the key he had given me, and stormed right into the apartment, ready to get an explanation out of him. He was still sitting reading his magazine on the couch.

“Why did you do it?” I said, as calmly as I could manage.

“Do what?” he asked, not looking up from his magazine.

“I think you know what, don’t play dumb with me,” I said, through my teeth.

“I was doing what was best for you, Harry. I know you can’t see that now, but I hope in time you will.” He finally looked over the top of his magazine at me.

“Best for me? You were doing what’s best for me? That doesn’t even make sense,” I yelled.

“Harry, you need to calm down,” I walked right over to him and ripped the magazine out of his hands.

“I wouldn’t need to calm down if you actually acted like my best friend, instead of sending me to witness my boyfriend cheating on me. How could you do that, Louis?”

“Hey, I didn’t make him cheat on you. I simply gave you the thing you needed to catch him doing it. I needed you to see what kind of person he is, that he doesn’t deserve you. He deserves to be with Liam, because they are both the same. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Harry, I just needed to show you that,” he said, obviously taken aback by my attack.

“You broke us up, you asshole. You are the reason we are not together. If I didn’t catch them it might have been a different story, because I know that Niall would have told me, and we would have gotten through it. But you made me leave him. You knew I wouldn’t stay with him if I saw it firsthand. It like you don’t want me to be happy.”

“Of course I want you to be happy, but you will never be happy with Niall. He will ruin you, Harry. I can already see the way he’s influencing you. You make decisions without thinking, I mean you got an apartment together, and now you’ve broken up and you are forced to stay with me. It’s only been a few weeks, you’re not good together,” he tried to reason.

“I just can’t believe you would do this,” I said, sadly.

“It’s for the best, Harry. I know it is,” he said, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe for you, Louis. But not for me, and certainly not for Niall. If he stays with Liam he’ll get bad again, do you really want him to try to take his life again?”

“Of course not!” He said, shocked that I even had to ask.

“I need him and he needs me. We can get past whatever we need to, to make it work. But I know we can do it,”

“Harry, you need to think about this for a second,” he said.

I pushed his hand off my shoulder roughly. “I don’t need to think about anything, he loves me and I love him, that’s all that matters. I need to see him; I need to make this right,”

I walked into my room and collected my clothes; I pasted Louis on my way to the front door, he looked sad.

“This isn’t the way, Harry. You need to let him go, let him be with Liam. For the good of the band,” he tried again.

“I don’t care about the good of the band,” I said, my voice like venom. And I walked out the door, slamming it behind me, as I rushed to salvage my relationship with Niall.


i got bored, so you guys can have another chapter.

its shit and i'm sorry, but it's the best i could do.

As for this story I think there will only be about 2 or 3 more chapters, but i'm contemplating a *dun dun dun* SEQUEL!!! because i actually love this story and i am just not ready to let it go. so please let me know if you think a sequel would be a good idea or if you think this story is horrible and i should just end is as quickly as possible.

as always thank you for reading and i love you all (is that to forward?)

this website is pissing me off with it's stupid reader count continuing to freeze!!


Both narry and niam, I tend to lean a bit more towards narry though.

Jayy Jayy

I did <3 Your story is amazing so you are a Niam Horayne shipper,right?

Liam_is_HOT Liam_is_HOT

If you read the sequel 'loved you first' there may be a happy ending. But no promises. I hope you enjoyed the story anyway.

Jayy Jayy

No!!!This can't end like this!!! :'( It's a Niam Horayne Fanfic were is the happy ever after? :'( :'( :'(

Liam_is_HOT Liam_is_HOT


FREAKING AWESOME when your done with it let me know so i can read it ;)