Anonymous •Larry Stylinson• (Boyxboy) //ON HOLD //

Chapter 32.

Harry's POV.

Listen to: Incomplete, and move together by James Bay, for a better atmosphere.

Harry,

Let me start by saying that the one who's writing this isn't the Zayn that likes whores, drinking or staying out late. The one writing this is the Zayn that will give the world up for what he likes and is the real Zayn, the dreamer.

We had a promise I would never break, and I didn't. I saw you fall in love with Louis, and I saw the people coming after you to hurt you, by hurting Louis.

I couldn't stand seeing you pain, so I decided to sacrifice for the greater wish.

You won't understand now,but time is passing and I'm getting more tired by each second. Don't cry. Goodnight, bestfriend.

- Z

"Goodnight, bestfriend" was replayed in my head over and over and over again. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want this letter. I wanted Zayn. I wanted my lifetime bestfriend.

I wanted the person that punched my bullies when I got harassed. I wanted the kindness offered when everyone rejected to help. I wanted him to come back and tell me it's okay.

But he's not here, and all I'm left with is his memories and the hatred I have for myself.

Memories with a dead person inside them.

Why did it have to be him? I could have saved him. It would have been me, but that's just how life is , unfair.

For a few seconds, I felt my self drift into darkness.

Will you really? Will you really visit me Zayn?

Would you be mad?

Who was the Zayn I knew for the last few years?

A lot of questions were left unanswered, and a lot of mysteries were left unfold.

I looked up to Hayes with my tears glistening my cheek.

"Im sorry" Hayes whispered with worry filling his eyes.

As much as I wanted to say, I felt speechless.

I marched in on Louis slowly. He was trying to get out of bed. I rushed over to him and put my arms around him. Then, pulled him up slowly. I pulled him close so that our chests where touching. Louis looked up and his crystal blue eyes pierced mine. He slowly stepped up on my legs and whispered in my ear...
" Slow Dance"

I didn't move at first, but then he started singing a sad song softly. I picked my legs and took a step backward.

He started rubbing my back reassuringly. He wanted me to feel better, and this was helping, at least a tiny bit.

My tears slid on my chin and fell on his head, and he just kept hugging me tighter.

*•* Flashback *•*

"What if he doesn't say it back, Zayn. I'm going to look like a fool" I nagged.

"Harry aren't you alive?"

"Y-Yea?"

"Then be brave" he nodded reassuringly.

•*• End of Flashback•*•

Brave.

"L-Louis?" Louis' soft hums stopped, and along did the rubbing.

"Yea?" He whispered staring into my eyes.

"I love you"

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