Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 19: Tainted Love and Commitments

Author's Note: First, I just want to say that this chapter is really just not my best aha. I was sick during the time I wrote it, so I just wrote whatever came to mind. Secondly, I was going to do 30 chapters, but, after writing this one, I kind of felt like I was dragging it on a bit. So, with that being said, there's only one more chapter and an epilogue left. Also, I would like to thank you all for helping it reach 2000 (+) reads, at this point. I've always felt this story was an underdog, but thank you to those who are interested. Enjoy :)

Louis' Point Of View.

Usually, plane rides are joyous for me - being able to be around the ones I love, but this one was so dull and lifeless. It had seemed as though it was going on longer than it was intended to. I'm being punished; I'm sure it. It's not like I don't deserve it, however. I hadn't forgiven myself for what had taken place at my birthday celebration party. It's been five days since and things have yet to go back to being somewhat normal, at least. Right after Harry stormed out, Liam and Niall called Zayn and gave him some insight that Harry had returned back to the hotel. Upon reaching our suite, he declared he wanted to room with Zayn - not once speaking to me or looking my way - and so, I was left alone in the spare room that Liam had originally booked for him and Niall. The word heartbreak may not mean much until you truly going through it and that's all my heart has been clouded with since that night. I thought I would be able to make amends with him the next day, or at least attempt to, but the next morning we were all shoved to our separate destinations to go home for the holidays - Niall and Liam's family spending it together in Wolverhampton, Zayn went back to Bradford, Harry went to Holmes Chapel, and my family and I decided to go to America - Florida to be exact - and spend our Christmas there. I didn't get to apologize, nor see him that morning. No goodbye, and not s single call or text since.

Today, we're all returning to our flat in London. I'm not sure when the others will be landing, but a part of me is anxious. I'll be able to see Harry, even if that means he's still going to avoid me. Yes, it will bother me and send me into a spiral of whatever pain I've placed on myself; however, he'll still be in my presence, no less. Thinking simplistic here, I can easily blame it on the alcohol and that I wasn't in the right frame of mind; on the other hand, I'm old enough to know when to be responsible. I should've just allowed him to take me back to our suite, so I could've cooled off and saw things from a different perspective. I'm stubborn and went with the idiotic route - slapping him. He won't answer any of my calls, won't reply to my texts, and he never seems to be around whenever I call Anne. Then again, I'm sure she was just being the protective mother she is and was reluctant to let me speak to him. One time, I was sure I heard his voice in the background and it pained me. I cried myself to sleep that night, as well as every other night. Maybe that will change today.

"We're all set to land in about a minute. Please, make sure you gather all your belongings and file out in an orderly fashion. No pushing, or shoving, and be respectful to your neighborly passengers. I hope you enjoyed our United Airlines and don't forget to tell a friend. Hope to see you all flying with us again soon."

I rolled my eyes after the intercom turned off. It's not even that the flight attendant was annoying; but everything seemed to appear that, these days. I made sure my seat belt was latched on and strapped around me firmly. I could feel the plane descending, as our arrival at the airport became visible. I let out a small sigh, thankful that the flight was over - and, as always, blessed to have landed safely. After retrieving my dufflebags in the over-head compartment, I began to exit the plane and make my way through the terminal. Unwillingly, I was becoming emotional, thoughts swarmed with the idea that maybe...just maybe Harry would be awaiting my arrival and we would go home together; however, I knew that wouldn't be the case. I'm fool, if that wasn't already apparent. With every acidic drink making its; way through my organs, I became more idiotic to the fact that Harry had been through so much in the past month and, yet, it never crossed my mind. I wasn't being cautious or thoughtful and something bad could have happened to him when he stormed out. You never know if his lucid dreams may start triggering again and I don't know why I hadn't thought about that.