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

Chapter 25 Harry

Harry invites Louis to his apartment

We walk out the restaurant and I spot them. I thought I had whilst we were eating. Fucking paparazzi. Any other time it would be fine but not now, not when I'm with Louis. I don't know how he will feel about this, and I'm scared to even ask but I need to tell him. I turn to him as he's putting his hands in his pocket and whisper quietly to him

"Lou I'm really sorry, don't look around but there's someone with a camera over the road" his face turns to fear as he does what I told him not to of course and immediately looks up looking around. It be so cute and predictable of him if it wasn't for the circumstances.

"Just walk quickly to the car ok and get in" he follows my lead as I head for the vehicle, jumping in and putting our seat belts on before I zoom away as fast as I can. I look over to Louis in the passenger seat. He looks distraught. I feel so guilty, I need to know what he's thinking and the selfish part of me hopes it's not going to ruin things.

"I'm so sorry Lou, I didn't think we would be seen" I can only apologise. He looks at me as I glance over and see worry etched over his beautiful features. 

"It's not your fault H, I mean I had to expect it it's just...." I reach over, I know I shouldn't, but I feel like he needs my support right now and take his hand. I notice he doesn't flinch or go to remove it and it makes me feel alive. 

"It's just I never told Luke I was meeting you and now, it looks like he is going to find out. I'm a horrible person Harry" I squeeze his hand and my heart breaks for him. I wish I could take all the worry and pain away from him. We arrive back at the car park as I turn around facing him, his hand still warm in my hand, he never let go.

"Look Lou, you are not awful, it was probably not something you could bring up without it causing shit for you, I understand that and as selfish as it seems I'm not sorry that you came to meet me" I want to stroke his face, run my fingers through his fringe make everything ok. 

"Well, I suppose what will be will be hey" he removes his hand from mine, and I want to cling onto it. I don't want him to walk away unhappy. He gets out the car before facing me and gives me what I know is a fake smile and my heart plummets.

"Thanks for dinner Haz, il text you, see you soon yeah" and what can I say apart from yeah that's fine as he walks away bag slung over his shoulder away from me once again.

I make my way to the studio. I have a song I'm working on for Evan that I hopefully wanted to get complete for when I next go and see him. Something that he can listen to when I'm not there and know it's just for him. I just need to find a last verse. 

I arrive and the place is empty which I'm glad about, I set up my stuff reaching for my journal. I look down at the words I've already written 

Everything I need I get from you, giving back is all I want to do

I want him to know that having him there and accepting me is all I could ever want in this world and even though I was not there in the beginning I'm going to make up for it now and give him back everything I have, support, love, cuddles, my time, everything. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him. I chew on my pen. I need a final verse before I can feel happy its finished. I think about what message I want to send with this, that even though we may be apart, he will always have me hopefully in his heart. The pen flows over the paper....

I wanna write you a song
One to make your heart remember me
So anytime I'm gone you can listen to my voice and sing along
I wanna write you a song

I manage to finish the recording, just me my voice and my guitar. It sounds so raw, true and emotional if I do say so myself and I hope Evan likes it.  I can't help my mind drifting though thinking of Louis face today as he left and I just want to see him again, I don't know if I'm pushing it, but I need to know he's ok after this afternoon. I've checked socials and I've not seen anything yet so hopefully nothing will come of this.