Take A Bow (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

  Sorry it's been so long.But for those who care, I tried to kill myself eight days ago and I was in the hospital for a week. I just got out 4/15 at around noon. It was hell for me, I couldn't have phones or computers. No technology so I couldn't write and I couldn't talk to anyone other than my family when they came to visit and the patients in there. So I'm so sorry it's been so long but it's not my fault.. Well it kinda is but if it was up to me, I would have already written and finished this book. (Guys please don't comment on me wanting to die. Because I already know how pathetic I am. And you guys don't need to worry yourselves over me. Ok. I love you all though:*)

Dedicated to @LarryAndZiall for helping me with this chapter and giving me the idea she'll see in here. Babe, I twisted it a little but thanks again!! Anyway, sorry again.. Here it is..

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Day 7

A week. It's been exactly a week since Harry Styles took his life.

To the four boys left of One Direction it seemed like the entire world has stopped. They were half still in shock. Harry was gone. He was gone and he wasn't coming back. 

At first they were sad, so sad they didn't stop crying for two days. Then they were angry at Harry but they realized it was Louis and Eleanor who broke the boy so far gone. And they hated him for almost four days. But on the seventh day they realized it was all of them.

He was the youngest in the group. They were supposed to take care of him. They were his best friends and they turned their backs on him for Eleanor. They ruined his life. They took his life. Out of all of them - other than Louis - Nick was the worst.

He'd not been seen since the hospital. He was lying to himself when he asked Matt out. He'd always loved Harry. Since he saw the younger boy.  He'd not left his bed in a week. Just hid under the blankets and looked at pictures of Harry on his phone.

When Harry took his life One Direction seemed to just slowly fall apart. Sure they still did the things they needed to, keeping the band alive. But everyone, everyone could see how much the boys were dying inside. 

The world was grieving the loss of Harry Styles. 

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Harry walked back and forth in his childhood bedroom. His mother sat on the bed, hand over her heart as she cried. She had believed her son to be dead when he walked into the home, tears streaming down her face.

"How dare you scare me like that! And the boy! Do they know you faked your own death! Does anyone know! What is wrong with you?! How could you do this to me, to the boys, to Louis!" Harry's head whipped around.

"Louis?! Louis is the reason I almost died mum! How could he is more of the question!" He spat, before sighing and rubbing his face.

"'m sorry mum. I'm just tired and I.. I still can't believe I did this. Everyone thinks I"m dead. How could I do that?" He whimpered, sinking down onto his bed. Anne sighed and wrapped her small arms around her baby boy. She held him close as the tears started to go faster. He'd faked his death. 

As far as the world knew, he was dead. 

But two people stuck out to him the most. His mother murmured something about making tea and walked out. He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. His finger ghosted over the call button on Louis' contact. He closed his eyes before hitting call.

"Anne? Why are you calling on Ha... His phone?" Louis' voice cracked as he went to say the boys name. Harry winced silently and bit his lip staying silent. The only noise was his breathing and Louis sucked in a deep breath.

"Harry?" He whimpered and Harry frowned, unsure how Louis could just tell it was him. He remained silent, just listening to Louis' shallow breathing.

"Hazza? If this is you.. Come home. I know I must be crazy. I'm talking to you and you're dead. But this has to be you. Anne would answer me. Gemma would answer me. And we sent your phone home along with some of your things." He spoke, voice shaky.

"I'm curled up in bed, in your shirt. I've showered twice but I've barely been out of it. It's your favorite. The one I used to fall asleep in all the time? I miss that. Waking up with you snoring softly in my arms. I used to just lay in bed and hold you until you woke up. I never told you but sometimes I would wake up and just watch you sleep. It's creepy but I love it. The way your eyes flutter, your lips parted, taking in breaths." He laughed weakly.

"I sound like a fucking stalker. But I just love you. Everything about you. All the little things." Harry smiled slightly at the two song references. Louis sobbed quietly but Harry heard it and his smile dropped along with his face.

"I don't think I can do this without you. I need you. I love you so much. Eleanor has tried to be there for me. As a friend of course. That's all she's ever been, a friend. But no one can replace you. As my best friend or boyfriend. But out of all of it.. I miss my best friend." His voice shook unsteady. Louis closed his eyes tightly.

"The one that was always there. Before we were together. When we would come home after a long or bad day.. We would order in and cuddle on the couch watching Finding Nemo or Love Actually. We would talk about Nick, your crush or a girl or boy I thought was fit. We would just talk about our days together. Just being together." Louis whispered the last part.

"That's what I miss the most. Harry. You. Us." He finished and opened his eyes as the tears fell down his thin cheeks.

"It seems like I'm talking to myself. But I know it's you. I know my Hazza. I can feel it. I know you're still alive. You have to be. And I'm not giving up on us." He added before sighing shakily. There was a knock on the door and he sighed.

"I love you Harry Edward Styles." He whimpered before hanging up. Harry sobbed quietly and shook his head.

"I love you too Louis William Tomlinson."

Harry's mother walked in with a tray of tea and cookies, setting it on the table next to the bed as she saw her son in tears. She stopped seeing the phone in his hand. She frowned and took it, looking at the call. She gasped.

"You called Louis? Did you talk to him? Does he know? Is he coming over? Do-" Harry cut her off, shaking his head.

"I didn't say anything. Just listened to him. His voice. He can't know mum. No one can know yet. I can't go back to being Harry Styles, the pop star with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I just can't. This might not have been the way to go with it. But this was the best thing for me. But I will never stop loving Louis. And I hope he knows that." He trailed off, looking at the picture beside his bed.

It was of all the boys when they first became a band. His tears stopped as he ran his fingers over it, barely touching. 

"I'll love them all. Until the end of time And one day, they'll know of my mistake to "kill myself" and one day they'll hate me. But they'll forgive me and we'll be best friends like we were meant to be. Because we aren't just five guys that met by faith. We're One Direction."

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That was kinda sad. I didn't mean for it to be a sad chapter. Well I guess it's kind of a sad story.. But anyway, this didn't turn out like I wanted it to. But I hope you guys liked it better than I did!

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