To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Ten

For the past few hours I have been lying in the same bed I woke up in. I asked Nick to let me have some time alone so I could figure out what do about the text conversation. After spending hours thinking everything over, I still really do not know what would be the best thing to do. I mean I basically told Louis that I hate him, which never would be true.

Louis and I despite our differences, we are in love. He may like different music, different food, may be sassy, may talk a lot, but those are the things I love about him. I truly do not hate anything about the perfect boy I call, or called, mine.

Nick has been downstairs talking to someone on the phone about something for awhile now, and all I can hear is his loud laugh every few minutes. Despite me asking to be alone, he does occasionally come upstairs to ask me how I am or if I want anything.

A few more minutes go by before I decide to call Liam to see if he possibly knows how Louis is doing. I grab my phone from beside me and go through my contacts, pressing on Liam's name and selecting call. About the fourth ring in, Liam picks up.

"Hey Li, what's up mate?" I say expecting to hear Liam on the other end of the line. But, instead I get Zayn.

"Harry, nows not a good time to be calling" Zayn says to me sounding tired and upset.

"Why?" I ask, realizing after I said it that it was probably the stupidest question I have ever asked in my whole life. When I am under pressure or depressed over something, I turn into dumbest person around.

"You have the nerve to ask why it's not a good time to call? Harry, we all know you were drunk last night. Louis got those texts while Liam and I were over checking to see how you were doing. He was okay with the first text, knowing that you are already upset with the whole new situation with Eleanor. But, did you really need to send that second text? Louis began bawling his eyes out at that. Luckily the two of us were over before he could even do any damage to himself. Oh, and I think you should know something. Louis, with the help of Liam, has placed some of your stuff outside. You may want to come get it before someone steals it or Louis goes out there throws if away" Zayn says hanging up the phone after he finishes without saying the usual 'love ya bro' at the end.

Well that was an interesting conversation. Louis doesn't want to talk to me, Liam and Zayn don't want to talk to me, and Niall probably doesn't either. This is a wonderful way to spend my morning. Getting shunned by both my boyfriend and my best friends. Plus, we only have five days before we go on tour. Our fans will defiantly love us if we show up on stage with everyone else staying away from me. They would probably start hating me to, just as I have begun to even hate myself.

Stopping my thoughts, is the noise of Nick grabbing his keys downstairs. He walks upstairs somewhat and then shouts up to me.

"Harry, I'm going to be out tonight. Don't wait up" he says before he exits the house and closes the doer behind him. I can feel the vibrations from the door as I am on the bed, and am now left in complete silence.

Slowly I make my way out of the bed, walking over to the chair that holds my clothes I wore last night. Putting on my shirt, pants, and shoes, I grab my phone and make my way downstairs. Nick had been nice enough to leave me a key to his place so I can leave.

The walk to Louis's and my flat is only twenty minutes, which seems like a lifetime on a cold cloudy day in London. Thankfully I had my beanie with me, and I grabbed a beanie of Nicks before I stepped out to act like a disguise, so I don't get tackled. Only a few people did give me a strange look though.

When I arrive at the house, my car is parked out on the street, of course in a towing zone. Louis must have moved it out there with a spare set of my keys. Before I go to grab my stuff, I pull my keys out of my jacket pocket and move my car to a safer place along the street.

Niall's car is in the driveway, sitting in the spot my car would usually be in. As I walk closer to the house, I notice that there are a couple of suitcases sitting on the front steps to the house. I walk over to them, realizing its most of my clothes and my essential things, including my medications that I just realized haven't even had the chance to take today.

Looking through the suitcases, I notice that something is at the bottom of all them. Carefully, I move the bags, uncovering something I did not expect to be there. Under all of the bags is a dozen of pink carnations, my favorite flower. After picking them up, I see a card resting inside of the packaging.

'For Harry, no matter what gets thrown at us, I will always be yours. I love you, my little Hazza. Love, your one and only Boo Bear'.

My heart shatters seeing these beautiful flowers that Louis had gotten for me, as a gift for what Modest had forced him into doing. With Louis it's the little things that surprise me most, and these flowers defiantly surprise me. But, at the same time they break my heart, knowing that I may have just lost the love of my life.