Louis P.O.V
We get home from that stupid meeting and the ride in the car was silent. No one wanted to say anything. The lads followed upstairs and I opened my front door to the flat I share with Harry. I go inside, something is different. I look around the kitchen and the living room. Everything is still in place. I look around curiously and the boys are giving me weird looks. Something is different I know it I just can't put my finger on it. Then I realize. The smell in the air, it smells like Harry, like he's been here recently.
"Harry?" I yell out upstairs. No answer
"Louis? I don't think Harry is home..." Zayn tries to tell me.
"He's been here, I can feel it." I answer back and run up the stairs the three lads right behind me. I head up to go check our room. I stop in front of the door and try and steady myself. I take breaths to calm me down and I open the door. I look around but I don't see the curly boy I am looking for. I check the washroom too but he's not there. The lads are standing in the room too, they haven't been really ever been in here. Maybe I just miss him too much so I am hallucinating. I frown. Some of his drawers are half open like someone tried to close them fast but failed.
I check his bedside table and some of his stuff is missing. My eyes go wide. I run back in the bathroom and his tooth brush and some hair products are gone. My eyes start to tear up and I hear myself sob. He was here. He came back to take some of his stuff. He's gone and he was here while I was at that stupid modest meeting. I am so angry I punch the wall to get some of the frustration out.
"He's gone. He was here and now he's gone again." I keep whispering it to myself and I finally break down. I start crying and slide down my back leaning against the wall. I put my head between my knees and I realize I am shaking. I feel someone come and hug me closely, whispering things in my ear to calm me down but I don't even hear half of it. Niall and Zayn are staring at something and seem frozen. Niall is crying also while Zayn has a blank expression.
"Wh-what what is it?" My voice is shaking
They both look back at me with something like guilt in their eyes or maybe it's pity. I am not sure my eyes are too watery to tell. Niall first comes and put something cold in my palm and when I look it's a key. His key. He's not coming back. I close my eyes and Zayn also hands me something but soft. It smells like Harry and feels familiar; I open my eyes to see what it is. I break down in tears even more. I can't stop and I can't seem to breathe. It's the pink blanket we have in doubles. I have the blue one. He never leaves for a long time without it and he left it there. He ripped it apart just like my heart feels like right now. I can't stop crying now and Liam hugs me tighter and I put my face into his chest. I need my Hazza back. I don't know where he is though. Zayn and Niall both sit down and join into the hug and I feel a tad better. At least I know I still have them.
"I'm so sorry Lou. We'll get him back don't worry" I hear Liam whisper to me and I can't get myself to answer, I don't trust my voice right now so I just nod.
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The Heartbreaker (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson made the biggest mistake of his life. He trusted his management, Modest. He thought it would help the band. But what happens when that decision might end up doing the exact opposite? Even worst, break his best mate Harry's heart?
