Best Friends (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3: Memories

Chapter 3: Memories

Those three words kept repeating in my mind. I haven't heard his voice in so long, it felt weird in a way. My heart was beating faster and faster every time I heard his voice in my head. The memories start rushing through my mind, and I run over to the chair in the corner to grab my old blue hoodie. I slip the hoodie on over my head and pat myself down to make sure I look okay. I turned my head down and looked at my lower body, my pants would have to do. It's not like he would know that I slept in them, so why the hell not. I finally noticed how messy my room was. Soda cans, and clothes were all over the floor. Yeah, I'm going to need to clean that tomorrow. How did I not notice that my room looked like this, I mean I have been in this room for days. Oh well, this is the last thing I should be worrying about right now. But I really need to- No Harry. Focus.

I have to try not to move too quickly down the hallway, I wouldn't want to wake anybody up. Besides, if Liam saw me, he would probably be upset with me because I didn't join him tonight, hopefully he wouldn't. I shut my light off in my room, and quietly shut the door behind me. I looked at all the doors to the boys bedrooms, and made my way to the bathroom. I slowly opened the door and turned on the light. Then I turned around and looked into the mirror.

The light is too bright for my eyes to adjust quickly. I try to squint to make it feel a little better, but it feels like I'm looking directly at the sun. I look like a damn zombie. My hair is all messy, my eyes have shadows underneath them, I'm just a bloody mess. I grab the toothbrush over by the sink and begin to brush my teeth. I'm still looking in the mirror, inspecting every flaw on it. Lou probably looks amazing tonight. I mean, I haven't seen him for a while, so god knows what he looks like now. All I saw was his hair, and that's even different. He use to always have it down, other than that I don't know how to explain it. I feel weird admitting this, but he was a really handsome guy. I remember when my mum told me that Louis use to go to the elementary school, and the girls there would pick on him. I still don't understand why they would do such a thing. He was a quiet boy, my mum said. She would say he would just be that little boy sitting alone at the lunch table. But she knew that he had a whole different adventure in his mind, sort of like he was in a whole different world or something. I did that too, and I still do it today. I never really thought about it this way, but maybe that's why we became such good friends. The stories we told each other were just ridiculous. My mum said that we would just be talking to each other for hours, making up these exciting stories that we made up in our minds. His stories were always adventurous, happy, and joyful. Mine on the other hand, my mum said that some of them were depressing in a way. She said when Louis heard a sad story come out of my mouth, he would make something stupid up to make me feel better. That's probably why I loved talking to the kid so much.

I finished brushing my teeth and set the toothbrush down. I yawned loudly, and my eyes started to tear up. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and shut off the bathroom light. I slammed the door shut behind me. Shit. I forgot that the boys were asleep. I tried not to move for a minute, just to see if any of them would get up. I froze and just stood there, hoping that they all were still sleeping. Time went by and I didn't hear any of them, so I proceeded down the hallway. It was dark, so I couldn't really see that well. I tried feeling the walls to make sure I wasn't going to fall down the stairs or something, that's the last thing I need right now. I glided my fingertips on the wall slowly so I wouldn't trip over anything either. I was almost to the stairs, almost to Louis, but then a door behind me opened.

Ofcourse it had to be Liam, right? He switched on the hallway light but he still didn't notice me. I felt the blood rush up to my cheeks, and I just tried to remain still. Maybe he was going to the bathroom, maybe he wouldn't see me. He turned, but he was looking at the ground. He seemed exhausted, he could barely even walk. He looked up and saw me frozen on the right side of the hallway. I couldn't help it, I had to say something.

"Look Liam, I'm really sorry that I di-," I tried to tell him that I was sorry, but he put his hand up as if he wanted me to stop talking. I felt bad for a moment, but noticed him starting to smirk.

"I don't care that you didn't come with us," he said while looking me in the eye, "I'm just glad to see you out of that damn room. I thought you were never going to come out of there."

I let out a big sigh of relief. Then he started to walk down the stairs. I watched him and just shook my head. At the last step he turned around and continued talking..

"Why are you up anyway? Got a date or something you didn't tell me about?" we both started to laugh, and then I followed him downstairs to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and got out a bottle of water for himself, then turned around to face me, waiting for a response.

"An old friend wants to catch up on things, I promise I won't be back too late," I said.

Liam twisted his lip, and rolled his eyes.

"Harry, you have work tomorrow. You already took like 20 days off. You wouldn't want to get fired again, would you? Cant that wait another day, just cancel it and tell them you can't go." He seemed upset for some reason.

"I kinda can't," I pointed to the window and Liam looked where I was pointing, "They're already here, and I really have to go. I swear I'll be back, don't worry.''

Liam took a sip of his water then crossed his arms. Even though he was obviously mad at me, I gave him a quick hug, and went to the front door. I searched for my shoes, and slid them on quickly. I opened the front door, and began walking to the car. I haven't seen him in so long, my heart is racing so fast. I feel like I'm going to collapse, but I walk steadily to the car somehow. I see him turn off his phone and start the car. I walked to the passenger side, and opened the door. I quickly got inside and slammed the door shut. I had to look at him. I had to see him for the first time in years. I looked up slowly, and turned my head to face him. He looked so.. different. His eyes, his hair, his body, him. It all looked so perfect. I looked at him from head to toe. I can't get over the fact that he changed so much over the years. I saw a little tattoo peeking out from under his white tshirt. I moved my head a little bit to get a better look at it, and my eyes met his. I felt a chill go down my body, and suddenly, he finally said something to me.

"Harry," he said with a beautiful smile on his face, "I can't believe it's you."

I sat there, speechless.

I couldn't believe that I had my best friend back. But, I just hope that it is for good this time.