Comfortable Homosexual || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

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Harry.

Harry Edward Styles.

Harry just sat there and watched as Louis fell to the floor in unconsciousness. Harry did all he could to keep Louis from hitting his head on the ground, and when he did, Harry sighed out in relief. He sat next to Louis on his knees and touched his head, his fingers slipping through his hair, but it never moved.

"You'll be just fine love." Harry whispered into Louis ear.

Louis shuddered at this and woke up in the arms of Zayn, with Niall on his side, and Liam on the other. They were all on the couch in Liam's house, and Harry was just standing there after he got up.

"Hey Lou." Zayn spoke.

Louis heard his voice and looked up to see his hovering over him. His eyes went wide and he quickly shuffled out of his hold and fell onto the floor, and pushed himself far away from Zayn and Liam, hiding behind Niall.

"Stay away from me." Louis whispered.

"Louis, you can't be mad at us forever." Liam spoke.

"The hell I can't." Louis snapped.

"Louis, they did this for you. They did this to keep you happy for as long as possible when I passed. Its okay. They did it with your best interest." Harry's voice spoke again.

"Harry?" Louis asked, pausing and looking around.
"What?" Zayn asked.

"I can only be heard and seen by who I want to see me." Harry spoke, slowly becoming visible to Louis' eyes.

Harry was wearing what he wore when Louis last saw him. His black skinnies, a black shirt with a grey weather over it. His hair in a bun, and his black boots that he seemed to wear everywhere.

"Harry. No. No, you can't be here. You're dead." Louis spoke as he shook his head and placed his hand over his mouth, the tears starting to fall once again.

"I'm just your imagination. I'm not really here." Harry said as he walked over to Louis and wrapped his arms around his neck.

To the boys, it looked like Louis was hugging thin air, but to Louis who could see and hear it, he was hugging his love. He wants to enjoy everything that was in this moment, and Harry was it.

"Harry, you gotta come back. Please come back, I'm begging you." Louis pleaded.

"I can't love. I've already been gone for too long. I've been gone for almost a month now. I can't come back." Harry whispered as he put his head on Louis' head and kissed his hair.

"No you haven't. You can come back. You can. As a matter of fact, I'm going to come and visit you now. I'm coming to your house, because you are upstairs doing your homework, like the good boy you are." Louis says, not believing the idea that his love is dead.