Decisions (Larry Stylinson Fanfic) *ON HOLD SORRY*

Reunions.

I'm beyond pissed at the outturn of the grammy's tonight. Not just because Taywhore's pour performance and accent, but the fact that Edward lost. he Lost to Fun! FUN.

Imma keep it chill on here though, because Ed is still better than any of them. Ed is a strong, independant Ginger who don't need no Grammy to show that he's the best thing to walk this earth. Just him and his Ginger Swag, Guitar and beautiful words.

"H-How do you know Louis? Are you friends with him? A fan?" She just chuckled.

"You really think I know one of your songs? Harry, I live in a run down mill outside of Doncaster. The only music I hear is the music made on the streets. I'm an..acquaintance of his."

"What do you need to see him for?" She stood up and held out her hand. I cautiously reached for it. Who knew, maybe she was lying and was some crazed fan. But I felt that I could trust her.

"He did something for me... That he didn't need to do. Can you just please take me to see him?" She begged. "I don't know... If you tell me your name.. Maybe."

She sighed, "Nikki." Something snapped in my head. Isn't that.. Isn't that the girl's name of Louis' kids?

I searched her face. Louis had told me she had Long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was about 5'5 and carried a old rucksack around everywhere at the hospital.

"Nikki? As in... Sam & Lyric's mom Nikki..?" I asked. Sure enough, in the moonlight I could see her big brown eyes and long brown hair. She did have a rucksack earlier.

"Sam & Makayla's mom... Lyric is Makayla's middle name..."

"Oh, well I know that but me and Lou- We- we just call her Lyric. It works with our work and it's shorter.."

"Louis picked that name... How has he been? How are the kids? No doubt he told you my story and why I wouldn't keep them, am I right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he did. If you need anywhere to stay.. y-you can stay with us y'know. Louis' been... great. The kids can finally sit up on their own... Doc says that they're growing faster than most kids. Development wise & stuff." I caught a smile on her face and caught a dimple, and for some reason I poked it.

She gave me a funny look that made me laugh. "So, before I ask and or make you take me to Louis, can I ask you something?"

"Um, yeah. Sure."

"Why are you out here? Why are you calling your self a fuck up?" She still hadn't let go of my hand. I looked down at our hands, they were still clasped together. "Um.. I-I kissed somebody I shouldn't have. Then I told them that I loved them.. and when they didn't say it back I ran off.... Our friendship is probably over."

"It's Louis, isn't it?" I saw a small smile on her lips. "Yeah. what are you gonna do, call me a faggot for loving my best friend? Tell the press?" I ripped my hand away from hers. "No. Never. I'm not like that, don't be so quick to judge."

"H-How did you know it was... Louis?" She smiled again. "I can tell by your voice. Whenever you said his name... Your voice... You sounded in love.."

 I smiled slightly. "Its nothing to be ashamed about, Harry. You've found love. True and pure love. That's hard to find, ya know. And you may not think Louis loves you... but he talked about you an awful lot back at the hospital. Be proud of who you are."

"Thank you. How about I take you to our flat, you can get some rest. Then you can talk to Louis in the morning... give him someone to talk to at Breakfast so it's not as awkward..." I chuckled.