Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Seventeen Days

It itched in Louis's mind. He couldn't sleep. It felt like he was walking on egg shells. What he was doing was basically cheating. He was being a slut. He was getting married but he was making out with someone else. He was letting his greedy self get in the way of things. When had he learned to stoop so low? What would his mum think of him if she knew? Johanna was always on his side but this was just wrong.

In his dream stood a woman which soon made out to be his mother. When he blinked, the rest of family appeared too. He called out their names and waved but none of them responded. He looked down. There was a crack in the ground between him and his family which was slowly growing sending a violent grumbling through the air. Louis looked up and saw the looks on their faces. Her mum looked disappointed and disgusted. More than she had ever been. Louis had always been mummy's boy and she meant everything to him. The look on her face was like a stab in the throat. The sound of his heart beating echoed in his brain. No, it wasn't suppose to be this way. He was going to make it right.

He yelled and yelled at his mum to forgive him but then suddenly he was on a street. Eleanor entered his view. The look on her face was heartbreaking, she looked so broken. She looked hollow and so much more thinner, weaker, her eyes were dead black. Her bony finger pointed at Louis sending chills down his spine. "I loved you Louis. I trusted you." The words were truly meaningful, full of hurt and sorrow. And then she came running at him. Her fingers and teeth grew longer. She looked like a deformed skeleton. He heard a cracking noise and then something hit his chest, then another. He looked down at his white shirt which was now covered in blood. Louis looked up and his vision became foggy. It was like in a movie. He felt himself rock side to side until he couldn't feel his legs. Then everything went black as he felt himself fall to the ground.

Louis sat up gasping blindly in the dark. His eyes adjusted as his ears screeched and his heart pounded. He nearly screamed when he saw Eleanor's sleeping quietly beside him.

Fuck.

He gave a shaky sigh and ran both hands over his face. Once he calmed down, he lay back on the bed and tried falling asleep. The funny thing it wasn't even the monster in his dream that stayed with him for the rest of the night, it was the disgusted and disappointed look on his mother's face.

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Harry waited for Louis's call to come but it never did. Harry wasn't sure if Louis was actually coming over to his apartment to practice today. and honestly he was sort of counting on it. It was the only thing he'd been looking forward to. It wasn't like Harry had been standing in front of the door all day waiting for it to ring, that would just be just desperate.

Once it past one in the afternoon, Harry decided to stop waiting around and brushed the disappointed feeling off before it could fully land on him. Maybe Louis didn't really need anymore help, or he didn't have to time call him because he was held up with some other thing. Harry got over protective very easily but this time he kept it to himself; he didn't own Louis anymore, even though he never did anyway.

Harry hadn't really sat down and actually thought thoroughly over what was going on between him and Louis. He was sort of just floating, going wherever the current would take him and forgetting about all the dangerous things swimming below him. All he could think about was how happy he felt. All he could think about was his own feelings. How the others may have felt didn't cross his mind, not even once. Before he could think about any of that, he got a text.

It was from Monique.

'I'm bored,' it read.

Harry snorted. 'Same,' he typed.

'Wanna meet up? I'm lacking company. I feel unwanted.'

Harry laugh and accepted the offer. Within a few minutes Harry was making his way out his apartment whistling a tune.