How To Save A Life (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Louis Tomlinson's Point Of View:

"From best friends to strangers"

              I was dancing around the living room, blasting a new CD Harry had bought me last week. It was the first time I had enough time to listen to it. All week we have been doing concerts but we got a night break to rest and relax. Harry was still asleep, and all the other boys were at home. Zayn and Liam were probably with their girlfriends as well. My girlfriend had exams this week so she couldn't visit me.

           I understand that she is busy with school, but sometimes it makes me miss her so much. She has her school and I'm always travelling so I can't visit her. When we do get to hang out, we always get sent out with paps and our own personal pap and body guards and we never really get to be alone.

            I sighed, but turned the radio up when I heard my favorite song off the CD. "I'm in OVER MY HEAD, OVER MY HEEEAAADDD" I sang out loud, before I hit my hip off the table. I screamed in pain, before whining. "Harry!" I yelled, and when he couldn't hear me over the music I yelled louder.

           I sat there, crossing my arms and waiting. It didn't hurt and I wasn't injured, but I needed him to make everything better. I tapped my foot, getting impatient. I know he's slow, but sometimes I wish he would put those long legs to use.

           It took him a while, but soon he walked out wearing sweats and one of his baggy band shirts. His hair was a mess and he was breathing a bit heavy. "What?" He asked, looking me up and down. "You aren't sick, you aren't dying, you aren't locked out, what the hell could you possibly want?" His tone was a bit harsh, but I figured he was joking so I laughed.

             "I hit my hip on the counter. Kiss it better?" I jutted my hip out, lowering my own sweats a bit. He kissed it, before rolling his eyes and heading back to his room. His lips hurt, they were scratchy. Normally his lips were smooth. I know this because he was always stealing my lip balm because he runs out. I bit my own lip, wondering what to do. He's been in his room all day, and practically all week when we came home after concerts.

             "Haz, wait!" I said, and he turned to look at me. "Can't we watch a movie together?" I asked, and he looked conflicted and pained. "Erm. Yeah. Give me a few minutes." He rushed into his room, and I thought I heard him lock it. I sighed, heading to the kitchen to grab a bag of popcorn from on top of the fridge.

            I stood on the top of my toes, trying to reach it. I couldn't, so I put my hands on my hips in frustration. Normally Harry would make the popcorn, but he wasn't here yet so I figured I could handle it. I grabbed a chair, pulling it over and climbing on it. I grabbed the box, picking out the cheesiest one I could. I knew Harry preffered buttery popcorn, but I liked cheesy and since Harry wasn't here I got to be in charge.

           I put the chair back before putting the popcorn into the microwave. I didn't know how long, so I just pressed ten minutes. I headed back into the living room to pick out a movie. "I wonder what Harry will want to watch" I thought out loud, before my phone rang. I recognized the ringtone. "Who says, who says you're not perfect?" I groaned, hating that song, but El loved it.

           "Hey, babe." I said, and she giggled. "Hey Lou. What are you up to?" "Not much, me and Harry are about to watch a movie." She was silent. "What movie?" She finally asked, and I shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. Any suggestions? I know you and Harry both like depressing cheesy lovey-dovey movies."

           She made a 'hmm' noise, pretending to think about it. I laughed. "Eleanor Calder, tell me!" She laughed, and I smiled. I always loved a girl with a pretty laugh. "Well there is this o-" "LOUIS WHAT THE FUCK" I heard Harry yell from the kitchen. I didn't hear him come out.

            I stood up, walking into the kitchen. "El, I'll call you back." I hung up, putting my hands on my hips. "What?" He glared, thrusting the bag of burnt popcorn and I looked over to the microwave. Steam was pouring out of it. "Oops. " I laughed, covering my mouth as I did so.

         "Not 'oops'. You could have burned the whole place down. Maybe if you weren't so busy talking to your little girlfriend then we could have actually enjoyed some popcorn with our movie but no! Now we can't! Now I have to run out and buy more popcorn just so I can relax on my day off!" He yelled, heading to the door and shrugging on his coat.

           "Harry...I can go get the popcorn. I'm sorry. " I said, and I figured he was probably just homesick and it was letting him get in a pissy mood. He sighed. "Do whatever. " He went back to his bedroom, and I heard the familiar slam then the clicking of the lock.

I miss my best friend, I thought as I headed to get the popcorn.

　

Hello my curlies!

First chapter. Hope you all like it! Check out my other Larry Stylinson stories.

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