safe haven │ larry stylinson

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Harry's POV

Suddenly Harry felt strong arms holding him. He looked up hopefully. But instead of Louis' blue eyes he looked into Zayn's brown ones.
"He won't come back, will he?"
Zayn shook his head and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, Harry.."
Another sob left his mouth as he laid in Zayn's arms.
"I am so sorry"
The man repeated while the tears streamed down Harry's face. He just stared at the door, hoping it would open again. Hoping he would come in laughing and tell him it was a dumb joke. But the door didn't open. Not a second later, not a minute later. It just didn't open.

"I know you love him. But it's over, Harry. He won't change his mind. It's not easy to accept or understand. But let him go, he doesn't deserve you. Let's just forget tonight. You will find someone and you will be alright, you will be fine"
He looked in Zayn's brown eyes, his view still blurry from the tears. He didn't want someone else. He wanted Louis.
But Louis doesn't want you, dumbass. He thought and looked away on the spot where they had been standing only minutes ago. Where he had fallen apart.
"It's over" It wasn't a question. Nothing more than a mumbled statement. But Zayn had heard him.
"It is. I'm sorry.."

Harry took a deep breath and wiped away the tears. It's over. It's over. It's over. He repeated the words in his head over and over again. But he just couldn't realize what had happened.
Everything happening around him was far away. It was like he wasn't doing anything anymore. He was just there, nothing more. Like a bubble he was captured in.
He felt Zayn's arms pulling him up, lifting him to his feet. He stood there, shaking and looked at the man but didn't see him. Everything was a blur.

"Haz. We need to go soon. You'll have to pull yourself together. You don't want them to see you like that. Please"
Another time, their eyes met and Harry nodded. He didn't want to let them see his weakness. Not Louis, not the other boys and most of all he didn't want Simon to see him weak.

Zayn gave him a tissue and Harry started cleaning his face. Zayn gave him another one and another one and another one until he thought it was the best it could be.
"Smile- I know it's hard mate.."
Harry gave him a smile but knew that he had failed terribly.
"Great, let's go"
"Can we just go straight to the hotel?"
Zayn nodded and they left the room. Harry followed close behind the black-haired. He could feel his hands trembling and clenched them to fists. He wouldn't be weak. He could be all night. But not now.

The two of them entered the dressing room and without saying anything they both started picking up their stuff.
"We're going to the hotel. I'm not feeling very well" Zayn mumbled. Liam looked at the man worriedly.
"What's wrong?"
"Headache"
"Oof. Sucks man. Let's go then"

Harry's eyes were focused on the floor but he couldn't hold himself back from looking at Louis for a moment. For a short amount of time their eyes met but Harry turned away.
Before anyone said something, he stormed out of the room and made his way to the van.
He heard Paul following close behind but didn't care. He just needed to get away from him. As far away as possible. Louis was a liar. An asshole. Bastard. Son of a bitch. He tried to curse him while he got into the front seat next to Paul but couldn't. The thought alone of having to be without him again made him feel sick. He wasn't angry. He was heartbroken.

"Everything alright?" Paul got into the driver's seat and looked at him concerned.
Harry just nodded.
"I- I just need to figure some things out"
For a moment he looked at Paul and saw him realising that something was terribly wrong.
"I got your back" It was the only thing said while he squeezed his shoulder. A moment later, Liam and Niall got into the car.
"C'mon ladies, hurry. We don't want to spend the night here-"
He was interrupted by loud voices as Zayn and Louis walked towards the van. "You know what?! You are a fucking son of a bitch! That's the only thing you are!"
Harry had never heard Zayn shouting at someone. He swallowed as he looked at the man outside.

Before any of them could react, Zayn hit Louis right in the face. The man fell down with a scream and Harry flinched. The car door was closed but he could hear Zayn saying "And that's what you get for it" before he opened the door. Louis had gotten up already.
"You know, if you want to fuck him that badly, he's yours now"

It was like Louis had pulled out the dagger he had stabbed Harry with, stabbed it back in and turned it around several times. The pain those words caused him was indescribable.

As soon as the words had left Louis' mouth, Zayn was on top of Louis, attacking him. Quickly Paul got out of the van, followed by Liam and the two of them seperated them. Paul's arms fixated Zayn and they said something but Harry didn't hear what. And he didn't care. He leaned his head against the window.

"What the actual fuck was that?" Niall asked, overwhelmed by the situation. Harry just leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. His body was trembling and he pressed his lips together as he heard Louis getting inside as well.
"You ok?" Was the only thing Liam asked quietly. Harry didn't hear the answer if there was one and inhaled deeply as Paul started the engine.

The whole drive was accompanied by silence. No one said a word. Harry could feel Paul's eyes on him now and then but he just kept his eyes closed. He knew that he would start crying as soon as he was able to think about everything again so he just stayed the way he was.
You know, if you want to fuck him that badly, he's yours now.

That's how simple Louis had cut him off. After everything they had been through it didn't even take him a day to get over it, didn't even take five minutes to break up with him.
Harry opened his eyes as the car stopped and blinked several times before he put on his hood and got out of the car. He made his way to the hotel entrance as fast as possible and kept his head down while the paparazzi shouted things and cameras flashed.
As soon as he got inside, Harry didn't wait for the others. He just wanted to go to his room so he didn't even notice the three girls as he made his way towards the lift.
When he entered the machine, he heard several voices.
"Oh my gosh, what happened to you?"
"What happened?"
"Louis?!"
"Zayn?!"

He pushed the button to close the doors and leaned against the metal handrail. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. He felt like he was trapped in a blurry bubble. Everything around him happened but it wasn't part of his existence.

The doors opened again and he made his way to his room. When he got inside, he took off his coat and sat down on the bed. Within seconds his body started trembling and tears streamt down his face.
Why had he done this to him? He had moved on, had gotten along without him until he came back. Just to break him again?
Sobs left his mouth as he pressed his face into one of the pillows. He was done. He was so done with himself, with Louis, with everything. Why couldn't he just be happy? What had he done wrong?
His fingers made their way to his wrist and he took off the bandage. Without wanting it, he started to scratch again. There was nothing he could do to stop himself. He felt the pain and started sobbing even more. He couldn't stop. The pain helped him, it distracted him.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted him.
"Harry. It's me. Please, let me in"