Larry Oneshots

Harry's Song

A/N: this is based off of Ryne's Song by Ashe, which is about her brother passing away. So yeah. This one is really sad, sorry 😞
Word Count: 3249

LOUIS POV

I got your voicemail again seemed like you were busy
So I tried to hide all the disappointment in the message I left behind

The phone rings, each sound like a drill to my head. I've been calling Harry for ages just hoping he'd pick up the phone.

We had gotten into another horrible argument and gone our separate ways and I want nothing more than to have him come home. The irritating ringing stops only to hear the sound of Harry's voice.

In a voicemail message. "Hi, this is Harry! I'm off doing something so please call again later! Have a lovely day!" You can hear my laughter in the background and then a loud clunking noise. "Shit I've dropped the phone."

A click and then it stops.

An automated voice reminds me to leave a message after the beep, so I do.

Like I've done every hour of every day he's been gone.

"Um, hey Haz. It's Lou again. Um, I was hoping to reach you, I'd really like to talk to you, it's been days so it would be great if you could please call me back or answer next time I call. I'll talk to you. Bye."

I hit the red button to end the call and hope I didn't sound too disappointed. I just want him to come home.

I will the tears not to fall. I tell myself that he just needs a few more days and he'll come home.

That he didn't leave my sorry ass for good.

If only I could be that ignorant boy for a couple more hours or so
But I got a call, soon after that you died

After my last voicemail to Harry I made myself a cuppa and sat on the couch and sulked for a bit. I stared blankly at the wall until my phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts of Harry.

My heart jumps into my throat thinking it was Harry.

When I look at the caller ID however, I notice it's an unknown number. I usually ignore anyone not in my contacts but something was telling me to answer this call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Louis Tomlinson?"

"Yes, that's me. Can I ask who is calling?"

"Mr. Tomlinson, my name is Officer Warner, I'm with the police department. Did you know Mr. Harry Styles?"

My heart plummets. "Uhm yes, I'm his boyfriend. Is everything okay officer?"

"I'm sorry to report Mr. Tomlinson, that your boyfriend was in a car accident this afternoon. He didn't make it. I'm sorry for your loss."

My phone drops to the floor but I don't even register the shattering noise the screen makes.

I can't feel anything.

It's numb.

My ears are ringing but I don't notice the lack of noise.

The color of the world drains away and I'm left with nothing.

The happiness in my life is gone.

The one thing to keep me going is no longer here.

And I don't know how to survive it.

What a beautiful night, I wish you were here to see it
We'd sit on the porch and laugh about the things that we said wrong