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

Chapter 38 Louis

Summary:
Louis gets closure

To say that Evan was excited this weekend after seeing the house with Harry is an understatement. I've not heard about anything else especially how much I would love it and in Evans words "it has a pool daddy can you believe it?" I have spoken to him though and made sure he realises that he will be still living here and will more than likely have days and nights alone with his dad at the new house and he cheekily informs me that he is aware as Harry has already told him but as soon as I see it, he seems to think we will all be packing up and going. I don't tell him that deep down id love nothing more, but I know we have to approach that if and when it comes to it. I don't want to get his hopes up so soon.

I have the day off today as I worked all weekend and Elle is minding the shop. I know Harry's team has been on his case about a statement to why he is back up here, and I know Harry is keen to get everything in the open regarding the new turn of events in his life. I can't say I'm not nervous about it all but I can see where he is coming from especially after all the stick he has gotten from the media over the years, so today we are going to go for Lunch. There are going to be some photographers booked and I'm shitting it. I've set my social media accounts to private as requested as I'm sure once news gets out, I may be bombarded and not all of it will probably be good, but it is what it is.

I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror noticing I should have really got a haircut but it's too late now, no time. I grab a quick shower before approaching my wardrobe. What the hell does one wear when potentially going to be in papers and magazines, Jesus this is stressful. I don't have to worry about Harry, he always looks amazing. I know he tells me I always look beautiful but next to him I'm sure I will look like I've just rolled out of bed. Harry told me it's only a lunch and then browsing shops so it can't look unnatural or like its planned, in other words don't make too much effort, "just wear what you do everyday Lou if you were just meeting a friend". Does he not realise I basically live in hoodies t shirts and joggers most of the time. I'm sure he does so I suppose he wants me to be me, to be comfortable. I just don't want to let him down.

I grab the clothes opting for a nice hoodie and some joggers, after all he said be me and it is meant to be authentic, just two mates meeting so what the hell. I'm sure I'm thinking more into this then I need to.

I'm just finishing getting dressed when I hear the door, I look at the clock, Jesus styles your eager I smile to myself as I make my way to the door, I've not even had chance to do my hair yet. What I wasn't expecting when I opened the door was to see Luke standing there. An initial panic runs through me as I go to shut the door but he's too quick and his foot is on the doorstop blocking it

"Louis please, I've not come to cause trouble I swear"

I look at him and I can't help but feel sorry for him. He looks awful, he's unshaven, his eyes look tired and I'm fully aware that I did that to him. I feel so guilty. I open the door without saying a word and let him come inside, hoping he don't plan on staying long as Harry will be here soon and I can't be dealing with that confrontation especially with the added stress of what else we got to do today. I follow him into the lounge and take a seat opposite him.

"I just come to get my stuff, and I don't know, see how you are I suppose. I miss you and Evan" he says sincerely.

My heart plummets. I can't say it back because whilst he's been by the looks of it struggling with all this, there I am getting on thinking I have a new life all of a sudden and been enjoying it, I've been happy as Larry. I'm a horrible person.

"I'm ok Luke, Evan too. Il just go get your bags for you"

I don't know what else to say as I stand up and make my way to the stairs. He grabs my hand gently as I pass, I stop looking down at him, his face full of sorrow and regret. I can feel the tears welling up as I know I can't make it better for him, I feel the guilt, but I know I have made the right decisions.