Chance - (by @UnitedByLarry)

Chapter: 2

Harry disappears from the map, and it's not even a metaphor. He actually disappears that night. By the morning, they can't find him at all. Louis doesn't like how his mind goes all fucking mad and just starts projecting every single place that Harry could possibly be.
But the weeks go by, the baby bump grows, the concerts happen, and Louis' mind is all the same. It's always Harry, it's always him.

"You could always come to mine, baby." Briana says through the phone, and Louis sighs at the nickname. "The baby is just about to come."

Louis thanks her for the offer, but still refuses to go. That night, he feels sick and the thoughts are still HarryHarryHarry.
Things go like this for over three months, and still, they have no idea where Harry could be. Louis wonders, at night, what he's up to.
He pictures the movies they've watched together, they games they played, the smiles they shared, the first time they fucked. It's all that.
Zayn and him even make up, and the dark haired lad spends most of the time with him, trying to cheer him up, make him feel better.

Things never turn out to be better.

Harry.

Harry takes a deep breath as he shoves another pebble on the water. It jumps four times, making little waves. He sighs heavily.

"You okay, baby?" He hears the man's voice approaching him. "Do you want me to get you something to drink?"

Harry feels sick.

"We could always have sex to make things better, you know?" David tells him, and tries his best not to snap at him.

Things won't be better.

"Don't really feel like it." Harry tells him, still sat on the sand, observing as the waves on the sea come and go.

"Why?" David asks.

"Because every time you fuck me, I close my eyes and I picture another man fucking man. The only man I've ever loved." He wants to scream.
But he only shrugs. He doesn't think he'd be able to handle things - as if he even is - if David left the house.

"You're tense." He says.

"Always am." Harry mumbles, licking his lips and throwing another pebble on the sea.

"You should work on that." David tells him.
David is way too good for him, and he's way too rubbish for Beckham. If he hadn't fell in love, things would be okay by now.

"Is it Louis?" David asks him, and Harry only has to stay quiet to confirm the man's hypothesis. "H, you're way too good for him."

"You can't have your life based on the past." He says as he plays with Harry's long hair. "You have to get over your past and move on."

"You can't have your life based on the past." He says as he plays with Harry's long hair. "You have to get over your past and move on."
"I know." It's all Harry manages to whisper before he's breaking down and the big, fat tears are streaming down his face. "I'm sorry."

"You deserve better." It's all David says back and Harry knows that.

But he's got to the conclusion he doesn't want better. He wants Louis.

"I don't understand." Harry says. "One minute he says he loves me, says he wants to stay with me and then he just- she's pregnant, David."

"He's- fuck." Harry punches the sand as he sobs harder. "He's the only person I've ever loved, you know that." He tells him.

"I know." David mutters. "You never let me sleep without remembering this." He sighs heavily. "Look, Harry, I'm so in love with you."

Harry only a stays quiet, he already knows what's coming.

"But I can't have you." He says. "I can't have you at all and I will never."

"He doesn't want me." Harry whispers.

"Fuck, Harry." David mutters under his breath as he stands up. "You know how bad it hurts? All this?"

"I wake up to your sobs, and I fall asleep to your sobs and I won't ever be able to fill this missing piece inside of you." David cries.

"It's his. It's Louis'." He gasps, sobbing harder. "It kills me to see you crying even more than it does to see you loving someone else."

"I'm your friend, Harry." He licks his lips. "Before I even got into this relationship- or not, I don't even know anymore."

"You have to love yourself more." He says. "Louis' already told you he doesn't want you this way and I know it fucking hurts, I live that."

"Every single fucking day, I live that, Harry." David feels his throat burning as he speaks. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand this anymore."

"I can't stand you crying over someone who does not give two shits about you." He shakes his head briefly. "I'm leaving, Harry."

"And I really, really think you should get over this fucking shit and get back to real life." David tells him, "because this isn't real."

This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real.

////heyy I decided that after I finish this story I will translate in italian (my language) what do you think?