Unspoken - {A Larry Stylinson love story}

Chapter Five

I'm making the chapter longer starting with this one so the updates might become more spaced out so just be warned.

Katie xx

               

                        

Chapter Five

             

               

Louis' POV

           

           

"Come on, Harry! We are going to be late!" I called out thought the house.

Today was the big day, the one we had been working for, we were leaving for our world tour today. Our first two shows are at the O2, then we head up to Scotland, I couldn't wait to get started. It was going to be a lot of fun, and Harry had really come along with his singing, he was as good as he was before the accident.

I tired not to think about what happened that night, I couldn't face the things I said to him, and I certainly couldn't ever tell him about it. I didn't know what would happen if I ever told him, and quite frankly, I didn't think I ever could tell him. I let out a sigh and looked down, incidentally, I was wearing the pair of shoes Harry got me for Christmas.

"Harry! We have to get going!" I called out.

"I'll be down in a second! Head out to the car." Harry shouted back.

I let out a sigh and grabbed my bags, I opened the front door, carrying my bags out to the big SUV. Paul was looking very annoyed with me, but it wasn't exactly my fault, Harry was taking forever to get ready. It was a bit unlike him, he was usually ready in about five minutes, he had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes now.

I set down my bags and gave Paul a look, he crossed his arms and glare at me, I sighed and headed back into the house to get Harry's bags. I stood in the front hallway and grabbed Harry's bags, I heard the bathroom door open and looked up, Harry had done his hair all swooped back. I smiled softly and looked at him, it looked like he had been crying though, he looked like that a lot lately.

I didn't really know why though, I was afraid to ask him, Harry was going though a lot and I didn't really know how to help him. None of us really knew how to, we just tried our best to keep him happy, which we all thought was working pretty well. I didn't know how else to help him, that's why I had him living with me, I didn't what him to feel alone.

"Ready to go?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Yep. . .What do you think of my hair? I wanted to do my own hair for the concert tonight." Harry said happily.

"You look good, Ha-Harry." I said awkwardly, I had almost called him Haz "The fans will love it. . .If Paul doesn't kill us first." 

Harry laughed lightly and grabbed his last bag, I smiled softly and lead the way outside, I figured it best if I didn't ask about the crying. Harry had been a little bottled up since our group dinner, he didn't talk much either, I didn't know what to say to him. I felt like I had lost my best friend some how, although, he if didn't want to be my friend I'd understand. I'm the reason for his accident, I know I am, I said all those horrible things to him.

I helped Harry put his bag with the rest and opened the car door, letting Harry get in the car first, I followed in after him and closed the door.  I ended up sitting next to Zayn, Harry was in the back with Niall and Liam, Liam was looking quite annoyed. He was just being ridiculous really, there was no reason for him to be annoyed, if only he actually talked to Zayn.