isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 38

Harry woke up alone.

Alone.

Not that he was alone in the room, but that the warmth beside him had left. He turned over, sitting up to see Louis in front of him getting dressed. Louis notices Harry, and his being awake, but pays no attention to it.

"Uhm," Harry drawls, his morning voice much rougher than it usually is.

"Oh, I'm leaving," Louis shrugs, avoiding all possible eye contact with Harry, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, I was going to leave right now too," Harry lies, pushing the sheets off of himself. His feet hit the cold ground ungracefully, his body aching everywhere. He grabs his pink boxers and pants, sliding them over his legs quickly, as if he could move fast enough to stop Louis from leaving.

"Yeah," Louis nods, turning around and exiting the room. Harry drops his shirt from his hands, the worst feeling in his throat rising. A single tear drops from his eye, his jaw dropped open slightly. He wipes it away hastily, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on, not bothering to do any of the buttons. He rushes down the steps to see Niall and Louis talking with some of their other friends. They all turn to Harry the second he is within their view, smirks on all of their faces except for Louis', who only looks angry.

"Sorry, I crashed upstairs last night," Harry lies, his eyes staying on Louis', "You know, had a lot to drink." He is only met with awkward silence.

"Yeah, so, yeah, I'll be on my way then," He mumbles, trying his best to look back to Louis' annoyed and angry eyes, "Sorry." He stumbles forward, his feet still bare, his shoes forgotten upstairs.

"Do you need a cab?" Taylor asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, "I can drive you too?"

"Oh... no, I- I can um..." Harry stutters, Louis mere inches away from him because of the position Taylor stopped him in.

"How about you stay?" Ivy suggests, her eyebrows raised in amusement, "I bet you would love to hear about how nicely I had your friend last night."

"Pardon?"

"She was drunk, don't worry about it!" Ivy laughs, "The only thing you need to be worrying about is the fat in that stomach."

"She's drunk," Taylor waves her hand in dismissal. Harry's arms, however, have still come up to cover his stomach. He doesn't notice Louis' wince at the action.

"I actually was just going to walk, it isn't too far to Willow's anyway," Harry tries.

"Without your shoes on?"

"Yeah, lost them last night."

"Taylor, let the dick leave," Louis snaps, pushing Taylor out of Harry's way. Harry does not even glance towards Louis as he walks out of the house awkwardly. He waits until he has exited the door until he breaks into tears. His crying isn't the beautiful kind out of storybooks, no. It is so ugly.

But it was all he wanted.

Wasn't it?

Forty minutes of heaven.

But, he was gone again, buried away again. He should have known from the start, that his want would never be enough to keep it going.

But he didn't know.

And from that he would be forever scarred.

-~-~-

"Oh my God," Willow groans, burying her hands in her face, "Harry, I cannot do this right now."

He is quite literally sobbing like a baby on her floor.

"And it was so amazing Willow- It was the best ever. And h-he didn't mean it either," He hiccups, "But what if I did mean it? I m-made a mistake, I-I meant- h-he meant it all to me."