Forever Young (Larry Stylinson)

Twelve

I wake up at 7am.

Immediately my thoughts go to Harry.

Did last night actually happen or was it all a dream?

Maybe I am going mad. Maybe it's grief that made me think I saw him?

Don't be silly.

I get up and dressed and go down stairs. Mum is sat at the kitchen table. She looks up as I enter the room.

"Morning Louis. Sleep well?" She asks, smiling. I sit opposite her and grab the mug of Yorkshire tea She had already made for me.

"Not too bad. Thanks for the tea."

She nods. "That's ok. I'll make you some breakfast."

Mum always makes my breakfast. I've argued countless times with her, saying I can make my own, but she won't listen. I love her.

After a nice breakfast, I get my things together.

"Have a nice day at work love." Mum says as I leave the house, kissing her cheeks.

*****

It's been a busy morning at work. It always is. My mind keeps wandering to Harry.

"Louis?" I get woken from my thoughts. My work mate, Niall is trying to get my attention.

"Sorry Niall. What's up?"

"Your man's here."

"Huh?" I look around. Then I see who he means. The dreaded business man I told Harry about. "Can't you serve him?" I plead.

"No way. I did it last time. Off you go." He pushes me towards the man who was tapping his fingers on the counter as I stood in front of him.

"About time. My usual, and be quick about it." He snaps.

Arsehole.

"Yes sir." I reply. I go to make his drink, cursing him under my breath. I see Niall smirking at me from the end of the counter. I mouth 'fuck you' at him and go back to the drink. I think about spitting in it, but I better not.

I sigh and take the drink to him. I put it down in front of me. The man pays with his gold credit card and without a word walks away to one of the tables.

How rude.

"Why does he have to be such a prick?" I ask Niall.

"God knows. Bet he has no friends though." He laughs and hands me a cloth to wipe some milk I spilt.

"JESUS CHRIST!!"

I turn around and see that man jumping up and grabbing some napkins, dabbing his trousers and then his laptop that he always has open at his table.

I try not to laugh. Couldn't have happened to a nicer person.

I rush over with a dry cloth and try to wipe his laptop. The man swipes my hand away. "Don't touch it idiot!"

"Just trying to help." I say.

I hear a laugh.

"I don't need your help." He says angrily.

'Serves him right.' I hear someone say. I recognise that voice.

Harry.

I blink and there he is, sat across from the man. He's laughing. He looks so beautiful. I never got to see him laugh when he was alive. It's a beautiful sound. It's a beautiful noise.

I smile.

"What are you smiling about?" The man snaps.  "Get me another drink. To go. And be quick this time!"

I keep watching as Harry is laughing so much that tears trickle down his cheeks.

The man snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Move it!"

I'm snapped out of my trance and go to make his drink. Every now and then I look up and see Harry sat there still laughing.

Did he do this?

I take the drink to the man.

"I hope you're not expecting me to pay for this?" He says.

"Of course not sir." My boss, Liam, suddenly appears. "I'm ever so sorry. Please accept our deepest apologies."

If I was the boss, I'd have told him to fuck off and not come back. But it's not my shop and Liam obviously doesn't want any stress.

The man doesn't reply, he just picks up his laptop and leaves the shop.

Twat.

"Can I have my break please?" I ask Liam five minutes later, after I'd mopped up the spilt coffee under the table.

"Sure."

I grab myself a hot chocolate and sit opposite Harry.

I put my hand up to my face so nobody can see me. "Harry? Did you do that?" I ask quietly, not wanting people to think I'm talking to myself.

He giggles. "I mightve done."

I smile. "Why?"

"You said he wasn't nice, so I thought I'd pay him back."

"Oh my God. It was hilarious." I whisper.

"I know. Anyone else you want me to sort out?" He asks.

I grin. I can think of a few. "Not right now." I don't want him to do anything else. Not yet anyway.

"Oh. OK." He sighs and his smile drops from his face.

"Are you ok?" I ask. I reach my hand out, forgetting I can't touch him. "I'm sorry. Stupid question."

"No. It's ok. I'm alright. Just nice to be able to laugh. To not be in pain. I forgot what it felt like."

My heart drops. I don't know what to say to that.

"It's ok Louis. Don't feel sad about me dying. Just be happy I don't feel the pain anymore."

I nod.

"I have to go now." He says. I don't want him to go.

"When can I see you again?" I ask.

"Soon. I can't say when."

"Ok. I love you Harry."

He smiles. "Love you too. Bye for now." He blows me a kiss and then he's gone.

I blink a few times, and sigh. I finish my drink, get up and go back to work.

It's hard to concentrate on the job after that.

"You ok Lou? You've  been very quiet today." Niall asks.

"Yeah. Just...just thinking about someone."

"You wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. I can't tell Niall. He'll think I'm a nut case.

"Not just yet. Thanks though. I'll be ok."

He pats my back and gets back to work.

The rest of the day passes by quickly, and soon I'm home, in my bed.

"I don't know if you can hear me Harry, but I miss you. I'd give anything to have you back here again. Alive." I'm crying now. I do this every night. I can't help it. Can't help my feelings. I miss him so much.

"I love you Harry. Goodnight." I say before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

'Love you too Louis. Goodnight.'

Hi...

So here we go. Got bored, so I've come back to this book. Sorry if it's not very good.

Hope you're all OK. All the love. L. Xx

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