The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

Harry's Gone

I walk back into the theatre to find Liam and Niall still watching the movie, unaware of the events that just took place outside. Zayn walks in front of me while harry walks behind me. We take our seats, just like before, and I grab my popcorn, while harry squeezes into the same seat with me halfway on his lap.

The only real difference is I'm not staring at him disgust, but don't get me wrong I'm still disgusted.

I remember the young tan boy I was friends with. The one me and Liam always had fun with. The one Niall beat up when Zayn said he couldn't fight worth a sent. Zayn was proved wrong, with Nialls skills he'd learned in training. The boy I saw kiss Liam on the balcony on third floor. The boy that cried when he said he was leaving. The boy whose artwork is still hung on the wall of the craft room.

But that boy obviously has gone.

Replaced with a boy who is angry at the world. It forged something of him, who's been hardened with anger and hate. Now he's only trying to get back what little he had.

I remember the boy who Cried and held onto me and Liam and Niall, when we sat at his mother's funeral at only age 13.

But now I see a boy who will do anything to benefit himself, the boy who pushes away a comforting hug in value for himself.

Maybe I am being too dramatic, but when have I ever not been.

I am angry. He's threatening my reputation and my love for harry.

Wait.

What did I just say?

Love

I. Love Harry.

I look at harry, whose lost in the movie, lazily grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bucket in my lap. I remember last night, when he kissed me under the blanket, and held me all night. The one I woke up with this morning.

The one who I kissed on the balcony that night. The one I didn't like then now I'm saying I love him.

Yes I do.

I love this boy.

I must've been in my thoughts deeply, cause when I snap out of them the movies ending with a teary faced Liam, and fond Niall and a.. Loving Zayn. I look at harry, who smiling.

Id missed the whole movie. Well I guess I'll have to watch it some other time. I get up and toss the empty popcorn bucket in the trash. I stretch a little and wait for harry to grab my hand so we can go up to bed.

Liam talks with Zayn and Niall. The conversation seems a little heartfelt, but I can tell Niall feels awkward. He follows me and harry out.

We walk up the stairs together.

'You two are so cute' he says looking at mine and Harrys hands.

'Thanks' I tell him, smiling warmly.

'No problem, can I come in your room for a bit, I want to talk'

'Sure'

We reach my room and all walk in.

Me and harry sit on the top of the bed, Niall at the end. Harry lies back against my pillow; although at this point it's his as well with how much he's been sleeping in here with me.

'So, about this Zayn' He begins.

'What was that all about in the hallway during the movie?'

'Niall, he threatened us' I say. He looks shocked