One Direction Imagines

Short Larry Oneshot

Louis was depressed. He knew it, his friends knew it, his family knew it and so did his fans. He hid it well for so long but you know how that goes, you hide it so long and eventually you crack and you can't hide it anymore. He still puts on fake laughs, still jokes but you can see the depression lingering in the back like a ghost looming around. The depression hung over him like a grey cloud. A sound of thunder roared in his head as he gripped his hair. How can he stay alive with this never ending depression? You can't survive long with your mind telling you to die. How could he have gone wrong? If he just known how to keep Harry around much more...maybe he wouldn't be as depressed. it's his fault Harry left him. If Louis' depression didn't fuck with his head, he wouldn't have pushed Harry away and kicked in out the door.

Louis took both his hands and clasped it over his chest and hunched over. The aching in his heart just hurt. It hurt more than anything. It felt as if he was missing a heart. It feels like he just has half a heart without Harry in his life. He loves Harry more than life, at least his life. He missed the way Harry's curls would get in his eyes, the way his emerald green eyes sparkled when he was both flirting and happy, the way he would smile his cheeky smile, the way he would hug Louis and most of all, the way he loved Louis. A tear slipped out of Louis' eyes as he remembered some of those moments and he fell to the ground. He lost a friend and maybe he won't come back.

Louis crawled into his bed and pulled his blanket over his lap. He sat cross legged with his back hunched. He just sat in that position for a while, unable to move, feel or even break his thoughts. Meditation is helpful to Louis' depression but not today, all he's thinking about is Harry and obviously that's not helpful. He gave up after 20 minutes and laid down, pulling the blanket all the way up to his chin. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

HARRYS POV-THIRD PERSON

"I miss Lou." Harry said to his friend Zayn, who was sitting right next to him. Zayn smirked and made a breathy laugh.

"I knew you would. Lucky for you, I know that Louis misses you as well." He told Harry and put an arm around his shoulder, "you should go check up on him, he really looks torn."

"He does? Dammit. I'm a failure." Harry said and made a fist. How could he have done that to Louis. Lou may have thought he hid his depression but Harry saw through it but yet, he still left and broke Lou's heart.

"Hey, lad. Don't say that. Everyone makes mistakes." Blonde haired Niall walked into the room and said to Harry, messing up his curled brown hair.

"But I am, I should have known that leaving Lou would only hurt him. He may be older but I do know he's the most sensitive" I said to Niall. He sighed and hugged Harry.

"Just go see him, telling us is good for you but is it good for Louis?" Niall asked a very good question.

"No, but thanks guys for the advice. It was really helpful." Harry told the guys and stood up. He said a quick goodbye directed to everyone and shoved on his shoes. He left the flat and drove.

He went down a pathway he remembers so clearly almost like going to his own house . He's been there so many times. It hurt him to know that he told his boyfriend that he'd never be going over his house ever again. Harry really fucked up this time and he knows it deep down. He's hurting almost as much as Louis. He stopped his car in front of an apartment. He parked the car and walked out, After locking the car, he proceeded into the building and up the stairs. He reached the familiar room and used his key to get into the house. He got into the apartment. He smiled at the familiar smell of a Yankee candle he had bought Lou for his birthday. He walked over to the bedroom and saw Lou in bed. He looks so peaceful with his chest rising and falling. Harry decided to wait for Lou to wake up so he walked over the the sofa and sat. He looked out the window and watched the cars pass for hours. And still Louis didn't wake up.

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Harry sighed and looked down at his watch. 17:00. Gosh dammit. Is Lou even okay?, Harry thought to himself. He peeked into the bedroom to double check. Sure enough, Louis was finally waking up. He sat up and froze.

"Harry? Is that really you?" He questioned.

"Its me," Harry responded. Louis jumped out of bed and ran to Harry. He wrapped his hands around Harry's neck and hugged him. He placed his head on Harry's shoulder and cried.

"I missed you so much. Please don't leave me again. I love you so much." Louis gushed.

"I won't leave you ever again." Harry responded.

"You promise?" Louis asked.

"I promise." Harry responded, washing away Louis' depression. His despair left for good this time and he finally had a sense of relief.

"Lou?" harry asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah?" Louis questioned.

"I love you."