Best Friends (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1: Her

Chapter 1: Her

"Harry, are you coming out with us tonight? You have to get your mind off of things, you've been in this damn house for days now."

It's the first time Liam has ever actually invited me somewhere to hang out with him and the boys in a couple of weeks. He usually knows that the answer will be no, so he doesn't bother that much anymore. Ever since the whole break-up situation, I haven't been much of a party person. I just stay in my room and lock the door, staying away from everybody. I've never been cheated on before, so it's my first time I'm going through this bullshit. The boys say that I'm going to be fine, but it feels like the hurting is never going to end. My heart is slowly still breaking apart, and not even partying will cheer me up. Drinking will probably do me no good. I'll probably just end up sleeping the whole night again, while everybody outside my window is happy, and enjoying their life, while I'm in my room upset over a girl that couldn't care less about me anymore. What did I do wrong? What did I do to make her not love me anymore? I just wish these stupid questions would leave my mind, and I could actually focus on MY life, and not worry about this anymore. I wish that I could go out with my best friends and not think about her. They all think I'm crazy, except for Liam and Zayn. They understand what I'm going through so they give me my space and let me do what I got to do. Liam is the one that has been checking up on me lately to make sure I was okay. He's tried to get me out of the house a couple of times, but I said no. We've been best friends ever since elementary school, so he's been through it all with me. After school we always use to go to the park across the street from his house and just talk about everything that went on in our lives. We told each other stories no matter how serious they were. If something bad was going on, he would always be there to pat me on the back, and tell me that everything's going to be okay, and I listened to every word he said. Zayn on the other hand, he's the one that could make me laugh even when I feel my worst. That idiot would do anything to make you smile, and I mean anything. He's kind of the funny bad boy of the house though, he has a fun side, and sometimes he could be the most serious guy you'd ever meet. It's actually scary, he's like two different people. The other guys in the house I've never really talked to before, they probably think I'm weak, or dumb with all of the stuff they heard. But whatever. I couldn't care less about what people think of me anymore.

I opened my door and I saw Liam there. He looked like he was going out or something. He sure looked a mess though. He had a blue plaid worn down shirt on, with some-what tight jeans on, his shoes were even worse. I guess he's just letting himself go tonight.

"Well, are you going to come with us or not," he said with a deep, raspy voice, "Harry, you're going to have to come out of that room someday, bud. You need to come out and socialize, and get over this shit. Trust me, it'll do ya good."

I looked at him unsure, I really didn't want to go. Besides, I needed a shower and I looked horrid. I definitely was not going to go out smelling like I just got out of a barn. If I were to go out, I at least had to make a good impression, I doubt that anybody would talk to me looking like this.

"Liam, not tonight," I said, feeling bad, "Maybe tomorrow."

"Fine. But you could catch up with us later if you want, I really want you to go. I hate seeing you like this, especially over a girl that treated you bad, it's not your fault, so don't bring yourself down. You hear me?"

I never heard Liam talk this serious to me before, I think he's actually sick of me just isolating myself from everybody. Actually, I was getting sick of it, too.

"I'll think about it, I might just sleep tonight, but I promise that I'll think about it. I need to take a shower and other stuff anyway," I said, "I'll just see you later."

"Alright. I better see you out of that room sooner or later, Styles," He walked up to me and hugged me tight, I hugged him back as if he was leaving forever. He let go after a few seconds, and he started to walk down the hallway heading for the stairs. He waved goodbye to me, and went down the stairs, leaving with the boys. I heard them outside laughing.. having a good time. I shut my door and walked over to the window. I saw all of them jump into Zayn's car, and suddenly, they went speeding off down the road, leaving little tracks behind. I watched the car until it disappeared in the distance, and I sighed and turned off the light. I walked over to the bed and laid down, looking up at the ceiling. I got my phone to see if I received any text messages.. I didn't. I slammed it on my bedside table, and just continued to look at the ceiling.

"I'm alone," I whispered to myself, letting out a sigh of relief, "I'm finally alone."