The final Project {Larry Stylinson book 3}

Chapter 6

Today is horrible.

It's my friend's funeral but bcs of corona i wasnt allowed to attend.

And my boyfriend decided it was a good idea to kind of break up with me today as well. Life is amazing, isnt it. Anyway, enjoy the chappie

It has been a week that Louis and Harry have been hanging out together every single day and in one week there is easter break + one extra week for the students to work on the project.

And Louis desperately wants to go to Doncaster during the break. He knows that Zayn and Perrie are going, and he really wants to as well. He wants to hug his mother and annoy his sister. There is only one problem: the project.

Right now Louis is at Harry's place. They are working on the project. Louis is showing Harry his up tempo song. He has recorded it yesterday. It's the least vulnerable one. He honestly is not sure if he is ready to show Harry his other songs. They are all... well about him.

"I really like this song. You are so talented, Lou. What's the title?"

"Just hold on." Louis smiles. He likes the song himself as well. He hopes that the song helps people that are feeling bad. He has been there, he has been standing on the edge and wishing he was a star, but he is not and he is happy that he chose life. He wants everyone to choose life and if Louis can help with that by writing songs, he really doesn't mind. He even enjoys it.

"The lyrics are beautiful, Lou. What inspired you?" Harry takes Louis' hand, playing with his fingers. He knows that Louis likes that when he has to say something that is quite sensitive to him.

"My own feelings. I kept fighting and I just want to show everybody that it's worth it. Make yourself better. It's not over. You have to be strong. Life can be beautiful as well."

"It can indeed be."

Louis feels Harry's stare and it makes his heart beat out of his chest.

He wants to kiss him so badly, never letting him go.

"I have a question..." Louis starts uncertain.

"Fire away." Harry gives him a reassuring smile when he sees that Louis is nervous.

"So, we have the break next week and I think we should keep working on this because we started a bit too late and I really want to have great results."

"Yeah, me too." Harry agrees.

"So, do you have any special plans during the break?" Louis' voice is soft and he looks at Harry with his beautiful pair of blue eyes.

"You're my only plan."

Louis bites his lip, hoping Harry doesn't see him blush.

"Do you mind to maybe... It's like... Want to come to Doncaster with me? Stay at my place?" Louis breathes out, scared to look Harry in the eyes.

"I would love to, very much. Is it okay for your mom though?" Harry wants to make sure he doesn't intrude on family time. He knows that Jay used to like him but that is two years ago. Things have changed. Her son is not in love anymore with him.

"My mom loves you, Haz, always has. I already asked her actually and she sounded excited to see you again. She missed you."

A small smile creeps on Harry's face. Jay was really like a mother to him when he was in Doncaster for the exchange.

"I missed her too." Harry confesses. "But I missed you more."

"You better." Louis playfully slaps Harry, making the curly boy chuckle.

"I would like to go on holiday the third week." Harry says then suddenly.

"That sounds amazing. I can't stop you, I guess. We'll talk over videochat." Louis' stomach immediately sinks when he thinks about it. A week without Harry? He doesn't even understand how he survived those years. He doesn't want to be without him. Harry is literally his drugs.

"What are you talking about? I mean with you, silly!" Harry chuckles, putting some hair behind Louis' ear. "Actually even with everybody. Zayn, Perrie, Bebe, Danielle, Josh,..."

"Harry that sounds amazing but it will cost a fortune. I mean I really want to go but..."

"Actually I'm not giving you an option here, Tomlinson. We are going. I already discussed it with the others. We are going to our holiday villa in Mallorca."

"Your what?" Louis' mouth is wide open.

"Don't think it's just to fix your tan, princess. It's just a beautiful place as well to record some videoclips. I have some ideas already. I'm paying for your flight as well. The others do it themselves though." Harry chuckles.

"What are you saying? That I am special?" Louis smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Always have been." Harry's voice is so sincere that it makes Louis' playful mood fade away. Why is Harry saying things like this? Not that Louis doesn't enjoy it but it is so confusing.

"Are you alright, Lou?" Harry gives the boy next to him a worried look.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I should go home though. Bebe is waiting for me. Can't believe the bitch kept this a secret for me. I'll come over tomorrow again, yeah?"

Harry nods, a bit confused. Why does Louis have this sudden mood change? Did he say something wrong?

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"Louis, relax!" Perrie sighs when Louis keeps pacing around in her apartment again.

"He is giving me mixed signals, Pez! What the fuck does it mean? Always have been special? So special that you don't even get a bloody phone call or what. It's breaking my brain."

"I told you to talk to him about what happened. Have you done that?"

Louis shakes his head.

"So I suggest you do that before you take him to Doncaster with you and we go on that bloody holiday. Get your act together, Louis. If you are never going to talk about it, this will never be solved."

"I'm scared it will chase him away." Louis admits. "What if he remembers why he hasn't called? And changes his mind? What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore and just leaves me again? I can't handle that, Pez. I don't want to lose him again. I love him."

"I know you do Lou, and that's why you have to talk. If that are really his intentions, leaving you, then you have the right to know it. I don't want you to be as heartbroken again as you were two years ago. You need to make sure that you know where you are standing. Ask him why he hasn't called you. Confront him with the way that he is acting now. Louis don't let him play you. You need that certainty. Tomorrow when you are over at his place you are going to talk to him, promised?"

Louis thinks for a while but nods in the end. Perrie is right. He can't keep living like this, wondering what certain things mean.

"Promised."