"You have to... listen to them, you c-can't ignore them," Louis tells me, his eyes watering.
"Louis... You know what they're saying, what's the point in listening? They're wrong, and I don't understand why you're trying to get me to listen so hard," I argue, a tear falls down his cheek and my phone starts ringing.
"Answer it... Please," he says, getting up and going into the bathroom. I roll my eyes and look at the screen. A call from Zayn's phone this time, not a video chat though.
"What?" I ask upon answering, no introduction.
"Harry. I can't let you keep living like this. It hurts you, it hurts me, it hurts the other guys. You're being delusional, he-" Zayn starts.
"I'm not. He's fine, I literally just talked to him, so whatever trick you guys are playing, whatever you're telling yourselves, it's wrong. If you came back home you'd know that," I tell him.
"What kind of pills are you on? He's dead Harry."
"No he isn't. I'm not on anything Zayn, he's fine," I reply, ignoring the way Zayn's voice cracks.
"Harry I was there! I watched him flatline! I listened to them give his time of death, he's dead! You need to stop doing this to yourself," he yells.
"I'm not doing anything to myself! You left after that, you didn't give him a chance! They got him back, and you were gone and refused to believe that he was okay. You're the delusional one," I yell back.
"You need serious help," he states before hanging up, and I roll my eyes at my phone.
He's fine.
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FanfictionAs It Was - Larry Stylinson (complete) - Answer the phone, 'Harry you're no good alone, why are you sitting at home on the floor, what kind of pills are you on?' -- Book 1 - Sad Song - Without you, I feel broke, like I'm half of a whole. -- "I...
