The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 11

It was 4 in the afternoon, Jay was about to come for daily visit, so Harry went into the Cafe and took the liberty of ordering her Coffee before she gets here. Harry waited for her for another 10 mins before she appeared, she wore her long white coat over a black dress and had some uncomfortable looking high heels on.

"Hi Harry dear" Jay said, pulling Harry into a hug. "Oh is that coffee for me?" She asked as she saw the cup in Harry's hand.

"Sure is" Harry nodded.

"Thank you" grabbing the coffee with one hand while squeezing Harry's shoulder with the other. The cup still radiated heat. "I better go check up on him, you can come too you know, you always sit out here alone waiting till I go. You seem to have made an impact on Louis life, so your more than welcome to join me." She explained.

"No no, I and son moment, I wouldn't want to interrupt." Harry quickly answered. His whole body sank because Jay didn't know he was the reason he was here. It killed him that she didn't know because she was so nice to him and he deserved none of it.

It's been an hour or so and Jay was still with Louis, the thought of her wondering why the hell his son was drinking, why he did all those bad things, why he would punish himself like when the answer was right in front of her was slowly killing Harry.

He had to tell her and now was his chance.

Harry closed the hospital door behind him as he made his way to the plastic chair next to Jay, he sat down, the chair was cold on his back. He looked at Jay, her eyes were red from the tears she just wept. That was the decision maker for Harry, he had to stop those tears.

Jay, I want to tell you something.. Don't interrupt me because I need you to know the whole story before you say something. Ok? Harry explained. Locking his eyesight at her wet and teary eyes.

"Ok, go on" Jay said while wiping her eyes.

Harry told her everything: the day they first met at Starbucks, how he broke up with Taylor over his little accident during their time together. How he went out with Louis almost everyday when they were friends. How when Louis spoke his true feelings for Harry, he ran away. How he was the reason for all this.

Tension filled the air and it was choking Harry, there was silence for what seemed like a lifetime. Jay's face just stayed there, in shock. Until her face frowned, she stared at Harry, tears were gone, disgust replaced them. The face she made at Harry was the same face her Mother made at him 2 years ago. It felt like a knee had come up onto his stomach as all the wind left him. He couldn't breath.

"Get out" Jay whispered.

Harry sat still, in horror.

"I said GET OUT!" Jay yelled from the top of her lungs, pointing her long bony finger at the door.

Harry got up and ran to the door, stopping and turning to look at Louis one final time before whispering "I'm sorry." and closing the door.

He made it to the car park before everything that just happened got to him and he fell to the floor and cried. He had another crying fit, except this time there was no one to comfort him. He knew he deserved this, he didn't need to be comforted.

He got back to his room late at night, mainly because he went to a club to drown his sorrows. It didn't take long before the alcohol took over. Harry was a mindless idiot when he was drunk, he danced and kissed many girls. He decided to take one back home with him.

They were kissing up against the wall, tongues in a battle against each other. Her perfume was overwhelming Harry, it smelt of coconuts, strawberries and fish all at the same time. He didn't want to be rude and tell her it stank though. It began choking him and he broke their kiss with a cough. She pushed him onto his bed and took his shirt off, her tongue made it's way past Harry's nipple, he moaned in pleasure. Down his happy trail and she began to undo his pants.

Harry suddenly remembered Louis and stopped her from continuing. He quickly put his shirt on and opened his door, he pointed to the door gesturing the girl to leave. She just stood there in shock before giving a smirk that said 'fine, your lost' walked out the door and gave Harry the middle finger. Harry closed the door, yelling at himself for being so stupid before falling on his ass, back against the door and cried. "I'm sorry" was all he could say. After a while his head fell against the wall and Harry fell asleep.

It was around 4Am in the morning before he received a phone call from Zayn, he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat before accepting the call.

"Hello, Harry?" Zayn said, troubled, he seemed to be crying, Harry could hear whimpers.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked

"It's... It's Louis..." Zayn started, Harry's face fell, his heart sank, his whole body felt like it has just died.

"No... No it can't be!" Harry cried out, tears began to fill his eyes.

"No, he didn't, he's just woken up Harry... He's calling for you."

Harry dropped his phone, grabbed his keys and left, there were no busses running so he ran, ran the 2 miles to the hospital. To see Louis. To see the boy he thought he would never see again.

The boy he loved.