Where You're Meant To Be- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Eight

Hello again lovelies! If you're reading this, then I assume Where You're Meant To Be has gotten 7.5 thousand reads, or somewhere close to that! If it did, holy cream cheese! Like that's just a serious accomplishment for Brittany and I, mainly Brittany, because I wouldn't even be talking to you guys without her brilliant first two stories in the series! And this AN has a lot of exclamation marks... I must know: who is your favorite character in BSE? I'm a Marcel Girl, Larry girl irl. But come on. How much do you wanna bet that Louis dresses Harry up like Marcel way too often? {Bc I would.} Sorry it took so long to get this to you! Alright enough of me! Here's a massive thanks, along with chapter eight!

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Chapter 8

~Zayn~

I took a seat on the couch with Liam, gripping his hand tightly. We occasionally glanced at Harry. He kept his eyes cast downwards, seeing nothing. Suddenly, Harry perked up, causing Liam and I to jump. "Well?" He inquired. "We have to do something! I know we can find him. We have to! He's our best mate, my boyfriend, the love of my life. We have to do this for him. He called me. I could tell by the voice. But he might be in America. When he called me, he had an an American accent. So we have to go to America."

"Harry," I began. "Louis is here. At the cafe, we heard some girl talking to Simon about how she was going to find him. She said she wouldn't let him ruin anything. She also said he didn't know that you're getting released. I hope he comes here soon before that creep finds him."

Harry's eyes visibly widened. He jumped up off the couch and grabbed mine and Liam's hands. "We have to go to my flat! It'd be the first place he looks. Come on then!" He dragged us outside and hailed a cab. He gave the driver his address. I sure hoped we were right about this. For Harry's sake. For everyone's.

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~Harry~

We entered my flat, Zayn, Liam, and I. I bounced from foot to foot in anticipation. Not wanting to be a bad host, I searched through my pantry and any other food storing space for something for the boys. All I pulled out was some old tortilla crisps. I felt so nervous that when I tried to open the bag, it slipped and the crisps scattered all across the tile floor. I was too jittery to try to clean it up at all. No one was all that hungry, though. Liam said he was going to step out and call Niall over. He walked out the front door, phone in hand. Zayn and I sat on opposite couches, silently.

Zayn spoke up. "I'm really sorry you had to go through all of this. I remember how broken up you were at the uh... funeral... and I'm just really ticked off at the fact that they thought they could get away with something like that. I'm sorry, mate. That's all."

"No, Zayn. Don't be sorry. Yeah I'm totally angry that management could ever do this, but I finally get my Boobear back." He nodded at me and we spent the next five minutes in silence, until Niall came bursting through the door, Liam trailing behind.

"Sorry, mates. Had to break a few laws to get here so fast, but duty calls," Niall said before anyone could get a word out. He plopped his bum down on the couch, sitting next to me. Liam returned to his seat. We all sat in quiet contemplation, save for the sound of Niall crunching chips in his mouth.

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It had been nearly an hour, and I was just thinking about how long it actually might take for Louis to make his way over here. Some talk show made background noise, due to Niall complaining of boredom and an agree from Zayn. I was about to send the boys home, when a loud ding echoed through the house. I jumped up and ran, tripping on my way to the door. A large smile adorned my face. I had my eyes squeezed shut in exicitement, ready to hear the words I had been waiting for, for what seemed like an eternity. I threw the door open.