Once Upon A Coffee Shop *Larry Stylinson AU*

The Parting

**Louis' POV**

I woke up only to notice the space next to me empty. When I couldn't hear the clicking of crutches I decided to look on the ground on the left side of the bed, to find that there sat the pair of crutches. Well, this isn't good I thought to myself. Gotta go find him now. I checked everywhere, literally everywhere. After about 30 minutes of looking I noticed a bandage with a piece of paper over it. The paper read,

Dear Lou and Jay,

Thanks for caring about me and everything that you did yesterday and last night. This, the bandage, will not be needed anymore because I'm just an accident waiting to happen, oh yea same goes for the crutches, which honestly aren't even down here, they're where I left them last night. Again thanks so much for caring. I really appreciate it. Lou, I'll see you at school on Monday, and maybe after you can visit the coffee shop. Thanks again guys.

- Harry "Haz" "Hazza" Styles

P.S. If you ever want to reach me text me or call me >Insert Random Brit #<

I smiled at the way he'd signed it. Though he doesn't like being called Haz or Hazza very often. Wait a minute, he said he wouldn't need the bandage or the crutches, and he was just an accident waiting to happen, I mean I'm like that too, but no matter what I'd still do whatever I can to get better, hmm okay well then...let's think about this later meanwhile its 9am and I need my beauty sleep. With that I went upstairs and fell asleep scents of Harry still roaming around.

***Harry's POV***

I woke up around 3am. For a second, I panicked, not knowing where I was. I looked at the sleeping boy next to me. His hair covering his closed eyes. He was beautiful. Then I remembered, I was at Lou's.

I rose from the bed, careful not to wake Louis. Bending my left leg hurt like Hell and walking wasn't much better, but I had to do it. I had to get out. I had to get home. I just had to.

Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had to keep going. Then I went to the dining room, no traces of dinner or Monopoly in sight. After a while of searching, I found a scrap of paper and wrote a letter to Louis and his mum.

Dear Lou and Jay,

Thanks for caring about me and everything that you did yesterday and last night. This, the bandage, will not be needed anymore because I'm just an accident waiting to happen, oh yea same goes for the crutches, which honestly aren't even down here, they're where I left them last night. Again thanks so much for caring. I really appreciate it. Lou, I'll see you at school on Monday, and maybe after you can visit the coffee shop. Thanks again guys.

- Harry "Haz" "Hazza" Styles

P.S. If you ever want to reach me text me or call me >Insert Random Brit #< 

I unwrapped the bandage from my leg and set it next to the note. I hoped they wouldn't be mad I took it off. But I meant every word I said, I'm just an accident waiting to happen.

Carefully, I opened the front door and climbed down the steps. I had to get home before dad noticed my absence. I'd sure pay for it if he found out I wasn't home last night.

I walked down Lou's street and turned left, the way we'd come from the coffee shop. Our conversation came back to me.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Take me away, stay by me? Most people just leave. They're too scared for themselves."

"Who am I to be scared of?"

"The Pack? The kids at school. They'll chew you up if word gets out that you helped me. I don't want to see you get hurt, because of me."

Why did he care so much? It was nice having someone new care, but I didn't think it'd last. I only had a couple of friends, ever. They were the best people ever. So was my sister. Gemma looked out for me, when she knew what was going on.

I turned the corner and passed the alley. I grabbed my side, the rib Stan had broken for me. It was painful. Very painful.

Finally, I reached the coffee shop. I remembered being thrown under the table, locking eyes with Louis, and then leaving. The memories of yesterday swirling back. The ups, the downs. I took a deep breath and continued home.

I finally arrived at my flat. I slowly opened the front door and snuck into my room. I sat on my bed and cried. I wasn't sure why, or for how long, but I did it anyways.

Maybe it was from the realization I was home.