Goodbye

02

Harry-

"Alright Harry, last photo. Give me sexy and then we are done here today." Pattie said as she took my last picture for a few months.

I sat on the floor and placed my arm over my leg that was propped up, and placed a smirk on my face. Looking into the camera I saw Jenny standing behind the lens telling me things to do so I can make the perfect photoshoot again, so I can be on the cover of New York's top selling magazine. 

"Alright Harry, that's enough for tonight. I think it's time that you went him and found him." She smirks. 

"Thanks Pattie. I really appreciate you letting me do this. It means everything to me. I haven't seen him in years, and now it's time to get him and our friendship back." I smiled as I got up off the ground and dusting off my pants. 

I ran towards the dressing rooms and  started to strip from the clothes that held me hostage. I couldn't breathe in the clothes that they had me in- tight black pants and a button up white shirt with a bow tie. I couldn't breathe. They tried to kill me, but that doesn't matter at all right now, because after I get dressed, I am going to see the man that I have missed for years. 

"Haz, you forgot something." Pattie says on the other side of the door. 

"Come in." I speak. 

Makes no sense, but ever since I got the opportunity, she became my photographer and my stylist, so she has seen me almost butt naked on multiple occasions. I now stand in my boxers and a pair of white socks, and that was it, besides the bowtie I have yet to take off yet. It was quite a sight to see actually. 

"You're phone. It's been going off the hook since you ran in here." she smirks as she hands me my phone. 

A kiss was placed on my cheek before she left and closed the door behind her. I know that it was my mother that was blowing up my phone and not Lou. I mean, he knows I'm coming back, why isn't he happy about it and blowing up my phone like my over-protective mother? My motions started to slow, and my happy expression slowly started to drop. But as fast as that happened, is as fast as it came back. Maybe he wanted me to think that he didn't know I was coming and wanted to make a suprise party for me. Yeah that's it. 

I sighed to myself and made my way down the stairs to the car that was already full with my luggage. I sighed and looked around the place I have called home for years, and smiled to it. 

"Goodbye New York, and Hello Chesire." 

Louis- 

"What do you mean you don't care that he's coming back?" Liam asked. 

"I mean just that. I do not give any kind of rats ass that he is coming back. He probably is coming back to see everyone else but me anyway." I speak. 

"Don't talk that way. You know you are going to be the first person that he wants to see." Liam says placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"Don't get my hopes up. You know damn well that I will be the last person that he wants to see. He won't want to see me ever again and you know that. He doesn't even want to be seen with the likes of me, the poor ratty guy that  is clingy and has major depression because his friend left him. He doesn't want that ruining his reputation of perfection." I say as the tears start to fill up my eyes. 

"Louis, I don't know what kind of nonsense you are talking. But I am going to need it to stop so we can get this under control. Get you ready for Harry's arrival." 

"Don't say his name." I say as I curl into myself. 

"But you love his na-" 

"Don't say his name okay?! I don't want to hear his name ever again! If I hear his name one more time, I will kill myself and that is a promise that I swear to keep. He hasn't been here for me all these years, why the hell should I let him back into my life now? I bet he heard how I tried to kill myself a few weeks back because I couldn't deal with anything right? Noone told him about that did they? Noone told him, or had the thought to tell him, that I have been a major reck ever since he left? Noone bothered to tell him that the reason for depression is his fault?" I cried to myself more than anyone else. 

"Oh Louis." 

"Don't Oh, Louis me. If you want me to feel better, then don't let me see him, or hear his name. Death is still a great option to me, and I really love the sound of it right now." I growl. 

"You don't mean that." Liam protest. 

"I most certainly do mean that. And there is nothing that anyone says that can change my mind." I say to Liam as I stand with a hand on my hip. 

"Louis, please think about what you say before you say it. People care about you Lou, I care about you, everyone cares about you. Your mum cares about yo-" 

"But does Harry care? Because he is the only one that I care that cares about me. If he doesn't care about me, then I don't see the point in living anymore. He is my reason. My rock. My oar. My wings. My feet. My heart. My life. He is what I live for, what I crave. I haven't had a way to feed my craving because he hasn't been here. He hasn't saved me from myself, and soon, it's going to be too late to save me." I yell in rage but slowly going ot a whisper because my throat begins to hurt, and I begin to cry. 

"He does care about you Lou. He does, I promise." Liam speaks as he pulls me into a hug. 

"I want to hear him say it." I say in a child like manner while grasping on tightly to Liams shirt. 

"He will, just wait til he gets here." 

As I was about to say something, there was a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting company and I know that noone besides Liam and Niall talk to me. Niall is in Switzerland for a getaway with the misses, and I am glad that he finally found his princess. It's cute really. But anyway, there shouldn't be anyone at my door this time of day. Liam  is here, so who is it? I walk over to the door from the livingroom I have been prancing around all day, and open the door to have my jaw drop to the floor. 

It was him. Him in all his glory. Wearing the tightest black pants that I have ever seen on a man, and his hair was pulled back by some kind of scarf of some sorts, as well as a bag with what I suppose was clothing in it, and some glasses, a pair of beat up brown boots and a black t-shirt. Everything about his is the same as when he left. He came back just with a different persona, and it irked me to know that he wasn't the same Haz as he was when he left. But the thing that broke me the most in that moment and time, was the smile that was plastered on his face like nothing happened when he left. 

"Hey Lou." he smiles as he drops his bag and pulls me in for a hug. 

I tense up and didn't move as I was held in his arms. I didn't understand how he could hug me after all these years, but never once ask me if I was okay. If I stood strong while he was gone. I managed to pull my arms up and shove him away from me rather harshly, forcing him to almost fall on his ass with impact. 

"What was that for?" he asked. 

I chuckled. It wasn't funny or anything, it was just a pathetic chuckle really. I looked at him like he had just lost his mind. The built up anger that I have had for the past few years, is itching to burst out of me and just take place on his face with my fists. How dare he ask me what that was for, knowing good and well what it was for. 

"What the hell do you mean what was that for? You know damn well what the hell that was for!" I shouted as I walked up to him and shoved him again making him fall off the porch. 

"Lou, stop push-" 

"You have absolutely no right to call me Lou! You lost that privelage when you left years ago! You can only call me Louis, and that's it." I scream as place my hands on his chest and fist his shirt in my hands and holds onto him as long as I possibly could. "You never even said, goodbye." I whisper as I feel myself began to feel vulnerable. 

So here it is. I really apologize for the long ass wait. My senior paper was due and I really had to work on that, I just wanted to get the prolouge out there so everyone can get the gist, but now they got it, so I am excited to see what kind of feedback I will be gettting on this. 

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