Unspoken - {A Larry Stylinson love story}

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Louis' POV

I rolled over in my bed and pulled the covers over my face, not wanting to wake up just yet, I wanted to sleep and not go to rehearsals. It had been a week since Harry started living with me, unlike the Harry I used to live with, I now had to wake him so he wouldn't over sleep. On the upside, he could still cook lke he used to, it was really nice to live with him again. I laid on my back and opened my eyes, the spot next to me empty, Eleanor had gone back to Manchester two days ago.

I don't think Harry liked her very much, that of he couldn't remember her, they had always gotten on pretty well. Harry didn't really remember a lot of people, but his memory was still coming back, it was slow but at least it was coming back. I sat up in bed and yawned lightly, it was still pretty early, I planned on letting Harry sleep in this morning.

I turned sideways and placed my feet on the cool floor, loving how the cold wood felt in the morning, it kind of relaxed me. I smiled softly and stood up from the bed, putting my robe on, I needed to have a shower before Harry woke up. I grabbed some clothes and headed out my room, walking down the hall towards the bathroom, I careful so I didn't wake Harry up. As I approached the bathroom, I stopped in front of Harry's room, listening close.

"Stupid chicken.." I heard a voice mumble.

I chuckled lightly and went into the bedroom, it was was cute when Harry talked in his sleep, he says the weirdest things. I went into the bathroom and began to take off my clothes, throwing them in the laundry basket, I let out a yawn and stepped into the shower. I was hopping Harry would sleep in a little while longer, it would be good for him to, he needed the rest badly.

Harry was doing his best to try and get better, I knew he would soon, but I hoped he wouldn't remember that night. The night I found Harry, I said somethings I shouldn't have, I was angry and I took it out on Harry. I try not to think about the things that I had said, it might have pushed Harry over the edge, which I hoped I didn't but I knew there was a chance I did.

I said some things I regretted, if I could take them back I would, I guess that's why I have Harry staying here. I felt horrible, I was upset that night, which was no excuse for what I said to him. I just had to try and help him remember other things, keep him happy, I knew he was very confused right now.

I sighed and leaned on the shower wall, Harry had a long ways to go before he was better again, today he was going to come to rehearsal. I heard the door open and raised an eyebrow, there was a pause and I heard Harry clear his throat. I chuckled and turned off the water, stepping out the shower and grabbing my towel, Harry was staying there watching me.

"L-Liam called me. ." Harry mumbled "We have to leave for rehearsals early."

"Okay, I'll get ready." I said and wrapped the towel around my waist "Get ready, Harry. We don't wanna be late. Paul will have a fit."

Harry nodded and bushed deeply and ran from the room. . .

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Harry's POV

My feet were touching cold tiles, hands trembling, heart beating fast as a phone pressed against my ear. The tone buzzing lightly, hot tears were rolling down my cheeks, but why? I didn't understand it, I could hear a voice but not what it was saying.

Why did it make me feel upset?

Did I making mad?

The voice was yelling at me. But what did I do to deserve to?

"Harry! Wake up!" A voice shouted.

I jolted awake and looked around, Niall was standing next to me looking worried, I furrowed my eyes and looked around. Zayn, Liam, and Louis were standing around me. I didn't understand what was going on, I was on some couch in a room, I didn't recognise it. The last thing I remember was singing with the lads, I rubbed my eyes and frowned, not understanding what was going on. What was I doing on this couch for?

I reached up and rubbed the side of my head, I winced and removed my hand, the side of my head was very tender. I must have fallen or something, I groaned and closed my eyes tight, my head was pounding horribly. I heard the door and looked over, Paul had came, probably to check up on me or something.

"What happened?" I mumbled.

"You sort of just fell." Zayn said and sat beside me "You had this weird look on your face then dropped on the floor."

"Maybe it's time Harry goes home." Paul suggested and looked at me.

I nodded slowly and stood up, I felt a little wobbly though, my head was spinning. I remembered a little of what happened, I had felt this sharp pain before I dropped, but I saw something. I think it was a memory, but I wasn't sure, maybe it was from the night I. . .I shook the thought away and sighed.

I looked over at Louis who was watching me, blushing deeply I looked away, I remember what I did this morning. When I had woken up Liam had called me, saying we needed to be here early, I knew Louis had been in the bathroom. I was a bit of a light sleep now, I don't think I was before, at least I don't remember being one.

Anyways, when I got out of bed, I decided to see if Louis was still in there. When I walked down the hall, I didn't hear the water running, I just went into the bathroom. I had just planned on telling Louis the message, that's why I cleared my throat, I didn't really except him to step out the shower naked. It was a tad bit awkward, at least for me, I didn't really know what to do or say.

I glanced at Louis then looked down, not wanting to see weird, I was then being ushered out the room by Paul. I sighed and followed him, not wanting to speak, I felt so embarrassed by this morning. The problem was, I kept think about it, and I didn't really know why. I ruffled my hair and followed Paul outside, I think the reason I kept thinking about Louis, is because I had a huge crush on him.

I climbed into the car and buckled up, resting my head on the window, I didn't know what to do. I had a huge crush on Louis, but he had a girlfriend, and there was no way he'd be interested in me. I sighed and closed my eyes, when I was sleep earlier, I heard this angry voice on the phone. It sounded so familiar, I couldn't remember were though, maybe it was one of the lads of my old friends. Who ever it was, their words hurt, I must have been crying a lot.

        

I just wish I could remember. . .

            

              

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So what did you guys think? The first little bit at the beginning of Harry's POV is a memory. Memories will be in italic.

Anyways, so this is a day late. I've been sick this past week. I promise the next chapter will be a whole lot better then this one. Do you think think I should add Ziall or Ziam to this story? Let me know okay?

Love, Katie xx