Larry Stylinson Oneshots

I Need You

Hi! This is a shorter one. It takes place right after Louis is given the news his mom had died. I hope you enjoy! (I cried writing it so have fun).

And I listened to Human by Christa Perri while writing it, completely by coincidence, but it fits well and makes it sadder if you feel like crying.

Word Count: 1248

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, self-harm

It took a while for the news to sink in, and once it did, it hit him like a ton of bricks. "No," he whispered. "No, this isn't happening. This isn't real." His eyes filled with tears. "Nononono,"

He barely registered Harry's hand on his arm, barely registered the hug. He barely noticed the tears. All he could feel was pain. It took over him, making him numb to the world.

"It's not real," he whispered. "This is all just a bad dream."

"Louis," Harry said voice quivering. "She's really gone."

He struggled from Harry's grip. "They're lying. It's not true," he said over and over. He looked around, a frantic look in his eyes.

"Louis stop, you're scaring me."

Louis ran.

Harry found him sitting atop a hill, his arms wrapped around himself as he cried.

Harry put a hand on his shoulder and Louis shook him off. "Go away!" he yelled. "I don't need you!"

Harry turned hurt shining in his already tear-filled eyes. He looked over his shoulder as he ran, waiting for Louis to come after him. To say he was sorry and he really does need him. But he never did.

He waited all night for Louis to come back. He waited as the sun rose and lit up the sky. He waited as breakfast and lunch and soon dinner faded away. He waited. But he never came. Never came home. It didn't really feel like home anymore.

...

Days passed. 

Harry spent his time pacing by the front door. He waited and waited for Louis to come home, growing more worried by the minute.

He was angry at himself. If only he could have done something, anything, to make her better, so this mess never happened. To make him happy. If he had been better, then maybe he wouldn't have ever run away. He wished he could have been better at protecting what he loved most. But he wasn't. He wasn't. And now all that he loved was gone. Out the door. Telling him he didn't need him.

Harry just wanted him back. Needed him back. Needed him safe.

A million possibilities ran through his mind.

What if he had gotten hit by a car? Eaten by a bear? Overdosed? Smoked too much and his lungs gave out? Died of alcohol poisoning? What if he- what if he found a bridge and-

'No,' Harry told himself. 'Don't think about that.'

He ran to the phone, dialing Zayn's number.

"Harry," Zayn said. "What's up?"

Harry choked back a sob.

"Harry?"

"Is he with you?"

"What? Louis? No, he's not here."

"He's gone. I tried following, but he shook me off, told me he didn't need me."

"Harry are you-"

"I thought maybe he would cool off a bit, and come home. Zayn, he hasn't. He hasn't come home. I'm scared."