You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 22

Harry's POV

When I woke up the next morning Louis wasn't beside me anymore. I thought nothing of it, reasoning that he was in the kitchen with his mum or something. I got up and pulled on jeans and a grey t-shirt, then went to go find him.

The house was disturbingly quiet. I knew his sisters were at school and his mum was at work, but Louis's house was never this quiet. He wasn't in the kitchen, so I checked the living room, still no sign of him. I checked every room in the house and called his name a few times before running back to my room to find my phone.

As I was reaching for my phone I noticed a folded up piece of paper on the floor with my name scribbled in Louis's messy handwriting. I smiled, thinking it would say he went to the store or something. Boy, was I wrong.

I unfolded it and sat on the bed, beginning to read the tiny print.

Harry,

Babe, I'm really sorry, but I have some stuff to take care of and I think it'd be best if you stayed with my mum a little while. Maybe a week? I don't know exactly how long, but I promise I'll be back before your birthday and I'll make this up to you.

I love you. xx

-Louis

The note fell from my hands and I was instantly scrambling for my phone. I hurriedly put in his number and hit call. How could he have left me here? I got voicemail, so I called again, and again, and again, and again. I left him a few voicemails and sent him multiple texts.

After everything I had gotten myself all worked up and I was sobbing into my pillow. I felt so abandoned, but I also felt like a loser for depending on Louis so much. How could I have let this happen? I swore to myself years ago that I would never depend on anyone ever again.

**

Louis's POV

I felt completely and utterly awful. With every call, text, and voicemail it was like someone was ripping a hole in my chest. The feelings didn't stop later in the day like I thought they would when I got distracted, they only got worse and I found it hard to concentrate on simple everyday tasks.

I knew if I answered the phone and heard his voice I wouldn't be able to resist going back to get him. I needed to stay strong. I was doing all this for him. I needed to protect him.

As soon as I woke up I went down to the police station and told them everything. They have a warrant out for David and as soon as they catch him I'm bringing Harry home. Until then, We're both going to have to suffer.

**

Harry eventually stopped calling me around six pm. As I was getting ready for bed later that night I broke and scrolled through the texts.

Why are you doing this?

Please come get me.

I want to come home.

I miss you.

I don't understand!

Please answer me! Just talk to me!

You promised you'd never hurt me or leave me! You broke both of those promises!

The last one ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I did promise him. I broke my promises. A tear slid down my cheek as I listened to the first voicemail. He sounded so hopeless.

"Hey Lou, *sniffle*. I miss you. Can we please just talk about this. Whatever it is, I can help. I just know it. Please call me back."

I threw my phone onto my nightstand and crawled under the cold covers. Without Harry, there was no warmth.