Louis, a name very weird to say at the moment, stared blankly at me, for what seemed like an eternity. I twiddled my thumbs nervously under the table. As soon as I asked him that question, I immediately regretted it.
Finally, his face became cold and hard. "Really?", he angrily spoke. I tried to say something, but I was paralyzed. "I'm not some fucking charity case, you utter twat," he spat, quietly.
"I-I'm sorry, I just want to help you out. I-", my squeaks were interrupted.
"But, that's not your job! That's not your fucking job! Don't pity me, you don't know me, you fucker." Every insult hurt my heart immensely, especially coming from him.
"I-I'm sorry! I just know how it feels to search for someone all over the city. I-I've done it before."
He seemed to be thinking about some thing for a bit, then his face softened. "Fine." I blinked. "What?"
"I said fine we can talk about it." I was baffled as I watched him pull out the chair in front of me and take a seat.
"This is okay, right?" I blinked again, pulling me out of my thoughts. "What?"
He began looking annoyed. "Sitting here. Is sitting here okay?", he asked impatiently.
"Oh! Yeah. Yes. Of course. Take a seat!" I mentally hit my forehead. "Okay," he carried out awkwardly, as he adjusted himself in the chair. I looked down at my hands and saw how his feet dangled off the chair, while my own touched the floor with the tips of my feet.
"So," I dragged out.
"So, how should we start talking about it?", he asked, clearly attempting to not make it awkward, or waste any time.
I swallowed. "Well, I guess you can start by telling me about this guy you're trying to find out about," I suggested, while tapping my feet together.
"Oh, no. You're going first, since you wanted to talk so badly," he smirked, leaning onto his elbow.
"What should I talk about?" I raised an eyebrow. What was there for me to talk about?
"About who you've been, or were searching for." Fuck, shit, fuck. I had to make something up fast.
"Oh." I swallowed, while looking down at my tea to avoid eye contact. I lifted the mug to my lips, took a sip, and placed it back down to begin.
"Well, last year, yeah, I had a beautiful, um, girlfriend, and we loved each other very much. We dated for one- two years, and one day, she went missing. She, uh, wouldn't pick up my phone calls, read my texts, and she was never home, well no one was. It was strange. The police wouldn't help me, no matter how many times I reported and pleaded. After a month or two, I don't know the memory is fuzzy now, I began placing lost signs everywhere. I know that is only a dog thing, but, like I said, I loved her," I finished. I finally stole a glance at Louis through my eyelashes, and swallowed a lump in my throat.
He looked at me suspiciously, while pinching his chin. "Okay? Did you ever find her?", he asked, letting the whole sentence drag out.
"Oh, uh, yeah. After four months, she finally picked up her phone. She told me she moved back to her hometown, Brighton. She said it was her way of breaking up with me. How fucking selfish," I said, slightly smiling. I finally looked up at Louis. He looked sad for me.
"I'm sorry, mate. That must of fucking hurt." Wow, Louis swears a lot.
"Yeah, I know, man," my throat failed on me, making my voice crack due to its soreness. Louis smirked.
"You going through puberty this late, mate?" I rolled my eyes and smiled back. "No, no. I have a sore throat." "Oh, I was wondering how it was possible to have such an extremely raspy voice. Now, before I discuss more about me, before I forget to ask, what's your name?"
"Oh, m'name's Har..old. My name is Harold."
Why? Why the fuck couldn't I tell him my name? I slipped. I fucking slipped and now I can't take it back. I hate my life.
"That's nice, Harold. My name is Louis." I smiled at him and looked down.
I know.
"What?" Fuck, I said that out loud. "Uh- I was saying I know someone with that name. My great Uncle Louis," I chuckled awkwardly.
"Um, mate. It's not pronounced without the s. You are supposed say it pronounced Lewis. Although, I actually quiet like the sound of Louie. You can pronounce it as such if you like." We smiled at each other. "Alright. I will then."
"That means I get to call you Hare." I grimaced at him, as he grinned widely. "I don't want to be called a rabbit, mate," I whined.
"I don't care," he shrugged, still smiling a Cheshire Cat smile. I rolled my eyes, giving him permission. Finally he began telling me his, well our, story.
"Well, looks like it comes down to it. I'm guessing you heard the description of the man I'm looking for, when I yelled it at the cashier. The whole diner did, but anyway, I'm looking for a man named Harry. I have yet to learn his last name. Anyway, he's very dork-like, clumsy for sure, silly, he loves fairy tale books, he loves tea as much as myself, and physical wise, I think he has his hair a bit long, with chiseled cheekbones, and don't ask me how I know, but he has thin smooth lips, that plump when you.. Uh, nothing," he ended solemnly, making me feel sad as well. I miss his lips upon my own.
Wait. He remembers our kiss. He felt my lips. He could feel and hear every thing.
Holy fucking shit.
It was then it struck me, Louis knew who I was. Louis knew who I fucking was. I'm sure he doesn't hate me, too!
I felt bliss, and extreme joy erupted inside of me. I wanted to jump on the table, do an Irish jig, and jump down to kiss Louis.
Although, on the outside, I probably look constipated, seeing the look Louis was giving me.
Quickly, I spoke. "Oh, well, the guy your looking for, sounds like, uh, a child!" He frowned. "He's not a child. I think he's only a few years younger than me. I'm twenty two. He must be, I don't know, nineteen? Maybe twenty?" He sounded like he was trying to reassure him self more than myself. "It's just how he is," he ended.
"You seem to be saying I think a lot. Why's that? How did you two meet? How did you lose him?", I ask, attempting to keep the conversation going, as well as see how he feels about me.
"It's complicated, and very personal, so if you don't mind, that's a story for another time." I breathed out. "Alright," I replied.
After a bit of silence, I decided to speak up, before he leaves, and never talks to me again. I can't lose him a second time.
"Maybe, maybe I can help you find this Harry? I don't need to know the story, although I can help be a part of this one man search party. What do you say?" He looked at me surprised. "You would help someone you barely know?", he whispered.
"Of course, mate. I know the feeling of losing someone. I know your pain. I can't just leave you like this."
"Thank you so much. This means a lot. I've been searching for so long," he whispered on the verge of tears, making me smile. He's been looking too.
"There is no trouble, Louis. Now, what's that number of yours?", I asked while pulling out my phone.
One we exchanged numbers, Louis had to meet up with his, ahem, boyfriend, so I let him go, happy we are destined to talk again.
Finally, my search is over, and our story is just beginning.
My life is just beginning.
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The fucking feels.
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Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionI'm a volunteer, and he's a patient. We both stay at the local hospital as if it's a second home. I would read to him every day. Books from Robin Hood to Peter Pan. He may be a few years older than me, making him twenty two. Although, they were my...
