Forever the one (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) L.S PART 1

Chapter 7 Harry

Summary:
TRIGGER WARNING
FUNERAL SAD SCENES
I am aware i have changed the pronoun in fine line song from her to him :)

It's been two days since I last saw and heard from louis and I've spent most of that time just wallowing in self-pity ordering room service and getting drunk. I've messaged him but he has not answered me. I guess I now know how that feels. I can't believe I'm a dad and I missed out on it. Why did I have to be so stupid. I could have handled it so different, why did I cut everyone off. I'm finding it hard to even remember my reasons at this point. Louis was right I didn't give a shit. I just thought of myself, I don't deserve their forgiveness.

I'm going to go pay my respects at the funeral and leave, I owe him that much at least, no matter how much I hate that he won't let me try and be a father. I just don't want to hurt him any further.

I stand up grabbing my guitar which finally got delivered yesterday and my journal as I settle myself down in the armchair playing the melody I have been playing for the last few weeks whilst I wait for inspiration for the lyrics. I close my eyes strumming the strings as I let the music flow through me. I can see louis standing there at our spot, the sun reflecting off his face. He was so angry rightly so but still so captivating. I grab my pen and start writing.

Put a price on emotion
I'm looking for something to buy

You've got my devotion
But man, I can hate you sometimes

I feel so confused, a fine line between what's right and what's wrong. My head is saying I don't need him, I hate what he's done not telling me and not letting me see him. My head telling me to walk away he don't want you here, Evan and louis are better off without you.

My heart though is screaming at me for being such a fool, telling me to stay and fight for my son. To prove I can be a good father and to get it right and hopefully me and louis can at least be friends. Seeing him makes me realise I miss him so much and even though it probably too late for us to ever get back what we once were maybe we can be friends. I'd want him in any capacity

I don't want to fight you
And I don't wanna sleep in the dirt

We'll get the drinks in
So, I'll get to thinking of him

We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line

The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of my creative flow. I reach over to grab it groaning as I see the name on the screen. "hello" I growl already pissed off and I've not even heard the voice on the other side yet.

"Well hello to you to, that sure was a lovely welcome" I roll my eyes "what do you want Olivia" I'm so not in the mood for dealing with her shit today.

"I was just ringing to see what's happening because as I recall you was only going for a few days, it's now been 5" I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. I can feel myself getting angry.

"God sake, can't you give me some space. My friend has died, I want to pay my respects. Is that too much to ask" I shout, I can hear her shuffling around on the end of the line.

"I know I'm sorry, I just miss you baby that's all" she says softly "how about I come down to you, be there for you"

"Goodbye Olivia" I hang up the phone. I chuck it on the bed and make my way to the bathroom switching on the shower. I get out of my clothes and climb in standing under the hot water. I should have fired her ass ages ago. I can't even believe that I agreed to the stunt to start with. Yes, we would fool around behind the scenes mostly when I was off my face drunk and feeling lonely and that was my fault but when my other manager Jeff suggested being seen a bit together, I should have put my foot down there and then. Let the public see you with a girlfriend, he said, try to change their view on you, show them that you can settle down and I stupidly went along with it. It ended up being the worse decision ever, cause now I can't get rid of her. I don't think she got the memo that it was all fake.