Remember Me (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

One final announcement -Chapter11-

I’m in a writing mood so here I am writing (derr). And just so you all know my writing mood might have something to do with the massive amount of coffee I’ve drunk...oh no...

Either way I guess I do kind of owe it to you guys seeming how behind the ball i’ve been lately with updating. I have a lot of apologising to do and I know that. So I’ll stop my chitter chatting now and hurry up so you guys can continue on with this chapter and just so we are all aware, this chapter is continued of from the last chapter seeming how I decided not to put it all in one chapter.

Bye bye my wonderfully beautiful readers

Vintage_22 xx

P.S do we like the new cover for the book I created (personally thought the other one was shit)

Liv’s P.O.V

I couldn’t do anything but watch.

Watch as one question became his undoing. 

Watch as the memories flooded though my mind. 

Thoughts that belonged to a time long ago. Memories of a venerable Harry that stood by the bottom of his the stairs as I broke up with him and walked out of the house I had never set foot in again. 

He stayed hunched over himself. Hands gently cupping his face whilst his fingers slid through his tinged curls, the lighting above reflecting his highlights that streaked throughout his hair. 

Slowly his quivering fingers started to wrap themselves around his individual curls, tugging them in what looked like frustration. Observing as each curl straightened itself out with every tug he performed, threatening to detach itself from its scalp.

I continued to watch though. Watch as Louis leaned over to support his bandmate. His arm slinking itself around his shoulder, showing off his defined muscles as he placed his palm on Harry’s broad shoulder blade. Pulling at his shoulder he allowed Harry to place his own head on Louis own shoulder to stop the cameras from capturing such a moment of weakness.

Due to the microphone attached to Harry you could still hear him even though you couldn’t physically see him. Heavy breathing and hollow sobs transmitting through the device as Louis continued to comfort him. 

Louis, bending his head down low so that his lips were right up against Harrys ears. Sliding his hand up his own shirt he made a fist around his microphone so that the next few words he spoke would not be heard and remained in private. 

For the next few moments it was dead silent as Louis whispered into his friends ear, the expression as silent as a pin drop becoming very realistic. Whilst the reporters held a very composed expression during the ordeal it was evident that the rest of Harry’s bandmates were hurting for him. Each ones face etched with pain and sorrow as their eyes were trained on the pair of boys hunched over each other. It was hard for them to watch one of their mates become so emotional over one question, that could easily be said. 

Slowly the pair uncurled themselves from one another. Louis arm keeping its position on Harry’s shoulder as he took a deep breathe causing his shoulders to rise and slump back down again, evidentially using up some of the limited energy that Harry had.

His eyes were now puffy. Red rimmed on the edges as the whites of his eyes started to turn red due to the veins that had began rising to the surface. You could still see the wetness in his eyelashes, little teardrops making their way to the corners of his eyes as the stream that was once flowing had began to settle. His face paler than usual, highlighting his defined cheekbones, whilst his forehead remained creased as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. His eyebrows trembled as he tried to contain his emotion, pouting his lips at the same time. And all I could seem to think was this was the vulnerable Harry that I once knew.