Give me Love

Named after the wonderful Ed Sheeran song of the same name. I own nothing. One direction slash AU fanfiction with Larry Stylinson and other pairings further on, rated M for later chapters. And Sorry, this chapter is just a quick intro, the rest will be longer. Please let me know what you think by reviewing, the more specific the better. Thanks!

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Chaper 1:Rock Bottom

This simply had to be rock bottom. He was sure of it. He'd thought he'd hit rock bottom before, but those times seemed happy compared to his current situation. Strange how the meaning of some words is lost on us until we experience them, phrases like "fell in love at first sight", "swept off your feet", and "hit rock bottom" are no mere catch calls, people have actually felt, and feel that way.

"And THIS is rock bottom."

, Harry Styles thought to himself, trudging through the snow, in no particular direction, on a frigid winter night in London. He talked to himself in his head, merely for the sake of having someone to talk to.

"I've been thrown out of my home, my family…"

Just thinking the word "family" made fresh tears well up in his cold eyes. He had to let out a dry quiet, "Ha!" tears, it seems, are inexhaustible. He thought he'd cried them all away hours ago.

"…my family doesn't want me or love me anymore."

He could still hear his father's booming, wrathful voice ringing in his ears, his mother weeping but doing nothing to stop it all. All because they'd found out he was gay. All because of the simple, unalterable fact that he fell in love with boys, not with girls. Who'd told them? Other kids from his university? Parents who'd somehow found out? It didn't matter. The bottom line was they could love their son, but not if he was gay, not if he was a homosexual. They'd confronted him and he'd denied nothing. He stood his ground and oh how brave and proud of himself he had felt in that moment! He felt that pride still, his parents might have thrown him out but at least he hadn't apologized for something that wasn't a fault. At least he hadn't apologized for himself.

He felt pride but he felt the cold and the loneliness more. He continued his thoughts.

"All of my friends have stopped talking to me, half of them when they found out, the other half when Sam told them what happened between us."

Sam. There, more tears. Where the hell do they all come from? Still, after weeks, just thinking the name of his former boyfriend was enough to bring him to sobs. How had it all gone so wrong? How can two people who like each other, who slept together and said things like, "I care about you." And "I like you quite a lot.", how can those people split up over some trifling thing? Turn into enemies even? Become filled with such animosity and sadness when there once was only joy and comfort? Why had he dumped him? Giving no other reason than that he wasn't "mature enough", and they were "looking for different things". How can that happen? Where did it all go wrong?

He didn't know. And it hurt to think about. All he wanted was to sleep, maybe forever; you can't feel pain when you're asleep. He walked on, his toes freezing, his breath an icy cloud above his head. It had started to snow, great heavy flakes falling from the night sky. Despite the bright lights of London all around him, it still felt and seemed dark.

He saw a bench. He'd walked into a park, a deserted park somewhere in London. He remembered there was a park somewhere around where he and Sam had first met, near a coffee shop. This wasn't that park though. He walked over to the bench and laid down on it's hard wooden surface, slightly wet with snow. The bench warmed slightly with his body heat but not much. He curled into a lopsided ball, his knees pulled up against his chest, and tried to sleep.

"You can't hurt when you're asleep. You can't hurt when you're asleep…" He repeated, over and over in his head. The tears still dripped from his closed eyes, they really are inexhaustible aren't they? He'd read somewhere that freezing in one's sleep was an extremely painless, almost beautiful death.

"That's what will happen to me." He thought, "I'll just fall asleep and never wake up, maybe the snow will cover me up." This thought seemed almost comforting.

"Harry?" Someone's voice above him startled him out of his reverie.

"Harry Styles?" The voice again, Harry couldn't see to whom it belonged, his eyes were clouded with tears still.

"It's me Harry; we were lab partners last semester, Louis Tomlinson? Remember?"

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