Unexpected encounters - Larry

Chapter six

Harry immediately watched the interview as soon as he came home, curious as to what Louis had said to Nick - and what he meant with what he said over the phone. Harry sat down on his white couch, his phone with the interview ready to be played. At first, it was fine, but Harry's face dropped and his phone hit the floor with a loud bang once Louis spoke one particular sentence. The interview still played, but Harry couldn't care less - he didn't even notice. He just stared at his black reflection in the endless mirror that was his television. His mind was a mess, all kinds of unclear thoughts and ideas and emotions went through there as Harry sat there, frozen on his painfully white couch.

I wish he didn't approach me as I don't want to speak to him ever again.

He sat there, painfully still in his painfully empty apartment with his painful thoughts and even more painful emotions. At first, his hands started trembling and he slit off the couch. Then, Harry started crying. He curled into a small ball of sorrow and just cried.

I wish he didn't approach me as I don't want to speak to him ever again.

All those beautiful conversations they had, all the compliments they gave, all the awkward laughs and loving stares - they all meant nothing. Harry had Louis pierce his soul with his sky blue eyes and practically poured his everything in Louis' hands.

I wish he didn't approach me as I don't want to speak to him ever again.

In those weeks, Louis had become his everything. Louis Tomlinson with his admirable bright smile that had lit up Harry's life. His beautiful sky or ocean or Louis blue eyes that had looked through all his lies. His stunning brown hair that had unintentionally grown way too long. His wonderful personality that Harry had learned to trust so much. His elegant but sometimes blunt way of talking that always seemed to amuse Harry. His recognisable and enchanting voice, especially when he was singing. The everything that formed the person called Louis, it had become his everything. It wasn't healthy, but that was simply what happens when you fall in love with Louis Tomlinson.

I wish he didn't approach me as I don't want to speak to him ever again.

It had all disappeared. Louis was gone. Harry's sunshine, his red rose, was gone. Harry's muse was gone.

Never again.

Harry had trusted him. He had opened himself up and told Louis about his feelings and secrets and everything that was on his mind. He had welcomed Louis into his life, had given him the key to Harry's mind. And even though Louis could guess every single thought in Harry's mind with scary and precise accuracy, he had still hurt Harry in the most painful way possible.

Never again.

Harry wasn't sure what to think anymore, but when he opened his eyes again the sun came up. It was almost blinding, and Harry had to squint his eyes to properly see. He stood up, made some breakfast, ate it, and went to lay down again - only this time on this bed and not on the cold and hard floor.

Never again.

Harry cried some more, but his tears soon ran out. His thoughts were enveloping him like Louis' hugs used to do. He wasn't sure how long, but at least a week had passed and he was could only vaguely remember getting out of bed a few times to eat something.

Never again.

Instead of looking at Louis, Harry's thoughts turned to look at him. At what he may have done wrong, and all the imperfections that made up Harry Styles. Soon enough, Harry was convinced he was to blame for Louis' actions.

Never.

After another day - or maybe a week - or a month, a knock was heard on the door and it cost a lot of convincing to actually get out of bed and walk to the door.