Letters Sent Above To The One I Love // Larry Stylinson

Over again

Dear H,

              Everything is shit, completely shit. Nothing is good anymore. I don't look or feel good and I'm pretty sure everyone hates me.

Did you ever hate me?

When you were here, everything was perfect.
My hair was always styled, everyone laughed at my jokes, my grades were good, even my stupid t-shirts fit perfectly. Prefect like how our hands fit together. I loved that about us. How you could just scoop my small hand into yours. My hands are cold with out you.

I miss you and I need you.

If I could turn back time and start all over again, I would. I know for a fact that if we re-did it all, this time I wouldn't be tongue tied over three words.

I love you.

See, not tongue tied.

If we started again, we could pretend that nothing bothered us. I would fix your broken heart with a kiss and that's all you would need to carry on with a smile.

Would you even want that? You didn't want this life, would you want another?

Before you make your decision, of wether to start over, I just want to remind you that there is pain and hurt in every life, you just have to learn to grow with it. To try and forget about the pain and move on. Like we did with all our petty arguments. Although, there is one argument that still kinda hurts me to this day.

You know which argument I am on about.

"Louis I think you should leave..." Harry stated calmly, with his head in his hands as he perched on the edge of his bed.

Hands buried in his hoodie pockets, red eyes, and mouth locked shut, Louis was stood in the middle of the room.

"Louis, just leave."

"I don't want to," Louis shook his head.

"Well I want you to," slowly harry lifted his head to look at a stubborn, newley turned eighteen year old. "You have been here long enough. You were here all yesterday and you've been here all day, I even left for a couple of hours and you still stayed here. You've been wearing those fucking clothes for two days, that's how long you have overstayed your welcome."

Can we take the same road. Two days in the same clothes.

Louis just huffed as he picked at the seams of his jumper, "I do this all the time Harry. You did the exact Same thing at mine, last week."

"But I'm asking you to leave," the younger one whined.

"You don't really want me to leave. You just want the attention," Louis commented making Harry snarl.

"That's not true. I don't want anything from you."

"Do you really want me to go?" Louis stepped closer to his best friend, but quickly regretted it as he took several steps back. "Actually don't answer that. I don't want to hear it  I know you're just upset or something. You always say stuff that you don't mean when you're like this. I know you want me to stay, Just let me help you."

And I know just what he'll say if I can make all this pain go.

"Help me?" Harry pushed him self off the bed and stormed towards Louis, "I don't need your fucking help!"

Now that Harry was close, Louis tried to grab his large hands but failed, as Harry snatched them away causing Louis to sigh "You're clearly upset. You need someone to listen to you. You needs some one to help you."