Always you | Larry Stylinson fanfiction

Chapter 3

Welcome to Chapter 3! My goal for this fic is to release 1-3 chapters a week until it's complete. So far, this fic has been super easy to write and inspiration has been very high, so hopefully that continues for the entirety of the fic :) As always, I hope you enjoy, and I hope you have a great rest of your day

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"We're sleepin' on our problems like we'll solve them in our dreams. We wake up early mornin' and they're still under the sheets."

~ Defenseless

Harry wakes up to early morning sunlight filling his bedroom, having forgotten to close his curtains when he got home the night prior. With a long groan, he pulls himself up to a seated position, wiping desperately at his sleepy eyes with the heels of his hands. Stretching his skin just slightly too far, Harry hisses at the sudden pain jabbing into his hips from his healing scars being yanked. He let out a long sigh, last night's events plaguing his thoughts. It had been about a week since the last time he self-harmed, and he'd found himself slipping into multiple depressive episodes before that, but the morning after doing so never got any easier. He fell asleep with the sorrows still littered in his mind and would wake up only to find them still there. His heart still ached at the mere thought of Louis Tomlinson. He'd buried most of the longing and the thoughts surrounding the man, but the combination of those thoughts and longings resurfacing along with knowledge that there is a good chance that he will have to spend nearly every day of the next 10 months with Louis spiraled him like no tomorrow.

Before he could slip back into another depressive episode, starting to feel the familiar stinging in his heart of anxiety bubbling to the surface, Harry reached for his phone and dialed up Sarah Jones.

"Hey H, what's up?" Sarah chirped, and Harry could hear movement in the background, plates and cutlery clanging together.

Harry cleared his throat and stood up onto his cold wooden floors, "Hey Sarah, are you and Ny doing anything today?"

"Uhh," Sarah replied, "Well I would have to check with Ny on that one, but I'm personally not doing anything special today on our day off, do you need something?"

Harry padded over to his bathroom, wincing at his ghostly state as he met his appearance in the mirror, "I need someone to talk to, I have stuff that came up and I need a second and third opinion."

He could hear chair legs drag across Sarah's floor, "Okay, yea I will grab Ny and be over there in thirty minutes, and I can hear how scratchy your voice is so I know that means you just woke up within five minutes of calling me so please take the time to make yourself at least somewhat presentable. Okay, love you, see you in a bit."

And the line hung up.

Harry set his phone down and shook his head, hating how easily Sarah could read him, even over the phone. But she was right, he had just woken up and was nowhere near looking presentable. His curly hair was tussled this way and that, he had giant bags under tired, dull eyes, and his skin looked sickly. He stripped down and turned on his shower, figuring that the only way he could pull his hair together would be to wash it. He opened the linen closet tucked in the corner of the bathroom and pulled out a clean, freshly folded towel. Harry reminded himself to pay his housekeeper extra for her troubles, as he hung the towel over the empty towel bar.

After the water started to run warm, Harry opened the shower door fully and shut it behind him, watching the glass fog up with each passing minute. The steaming water enveloped his body, and he was beyond thankful that he thought to cover the cuts he'd gotten from the night prior, otherwise his hips would undoubtedly be on fire. Harry combed back his damp hair, slicking it back. A dozen thoughts raced through his head, but he forced himself to stop thinking about it until his two bandmates came over in... he glanced at the clock, 24 minutes.