The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

I'll See You Again?

Ding!

My eyes slide open heavily.

The room is softly lite in an orange-ish grey.

I look around, and the memories of the night before return.

I smile lightly.

'Louis?'

I look across the room to find harry, in only a pair of sweats, with a jacket in his hand.

'Liam has been texting you all morning'

I look beside me to the bedside table, and find my phones screen lit up.

While I unlock my phone harry comes to the bed (my side) and sits by the end, my feet brushing his back.

The messages from Liam pop up.

'Louis? Where are you?

'Louis!'

'Answer me'

'Your father is looking for you'

'Are you with harry?'

'You're in trouble'

The time lapses from 7 this morning to now, the recent being.

'Your fathers' on his way, he is tracking your phone. I'm sorry'

I jump up, terror shooting through me.

'Harry?' I look at him, my voice soft, but too shaky.

He looks up, dread painted on his face.

'Louis, I have to go'

He tells me. I sit up, and with the cover scoot towards him on the bed.

'No no' I whisper.

'I can't be with you now,-'

'No harry shut up don't do this'

He shakes his head sadly, looking down. Its then I notice his bag at the foot of the bed. I stop, only a fingers length from touching him.

'Louis... I love you. I'm sorry for all that's happened. You're going to be nineteen soon yeah? After you finish school, you can go to, UNI or something. And, you can find me, Liam will help. I promise Louis, I'll be back. I'll see you again' he looks up at me.

'Last night is all I could ever wish for, to be with you, always and forever.' He leans towards me and is inches from my face.

Despite the sad scene I still get excited, still get giddy, just from his lips, as he kisses me softly.

'I love you' he stands up and puts on the jacket.

'I suggest you get cleaned up and go back to the house before your dad has a fit. Don't tell him you were with me. I'm sorry for causing all this trouble' he apologizes. I want to tell him it isn't his fault. He shouldn't leave, I want to tell him I love him too, and maybe that was one of my biggest regrets in my life, not saying I love you back when he was grabbing his bags. I said it, sure, just too late.

He picks up his bag, and walks to the door, and it suddenly all feels like a dream. My body is too light for my liking. The room is too soft, the light to beautiful.

He looks too angelic to be true in the light of the rising sun.

But as he looks at me, body halfway out of the door, bag on his shoulder, face downcast... I know it's all too real

'Smile, love, I'll see you again'

He smiles just the smallest, and I smile, as the tears form.

I'm speechless, and shocked, and ... angry.

As the door shuts softly, that's the only thing I see, the white of the door.

The tears spill over silently, as I whisper into the now cold room, on the cold bed, the sun covered up with dark clouds, making the room dark.

My body is bear under the thin covers...

'I love you, harry'

I wish I could've said that instead of

'Don't go'