27 Minutes -Larry Stylinson-

Bravery.

I'm YorkshirePerrie. All credits go to Happinessintime for she is the person who wrote this book. I'll try to update weekly so it can be open to fully read for everyone soon.

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Harry POV

July 15th, 2013 

The saying Time stands still is the one thing running through my mind right now. Out of everything I could be thinking about my mind chooses this to relax on. My mind focuses on that while I watch everything in front of me move at a fast pace. People moving, people leaving. High pitched yells and deep conversations. Out of all that is happening around me the only other thing my mind can conjure is something that makes me chuckle deeply.

Time stands still is utter bullshit.

When faced with an obstacle so large you fear of not overcoming it, time doesn't just stop. It quickens. Time never stops. The seconds tick on like a never ending wave in an ocean and I can scream all I want to make it slow down but it will never listen. I suppose its mother natures way of saying fuck you.

And boy do I feel fucked right now.

I'm no longer surrounded by people, but now sit alone staring into a screen that makes me feel a million miles away. How did I end up sitting here feeling like I lost everything all over again? It can't be possible can it? I feel as though I've been dealt a shitty hand in life but I play the cards as they come. I don't turn and run the other way but push on with all my might. I know I'm weak but I remain strong for those around me who would crumble along with me. But the thing is, I'm not willing to give up. I'm not willing to back down. I've already lost everything once in my life and I'm not prepared to do it again. No, this time I won't loose. It's my turn at the finish line and the one I want there to greet me is begging for help. Even if he doesn't know it.

My hands are moving faster than my brain at the moment as I pull out my cell phone. I quickly open the app I know almost everyone of our fans have to be on and pray they see and listen. My nimble fingers shake as I type out a tweet sending it to my wide range of followers.

'Help me. Send a message in the comment box and tell him to call me.'

Short and to the point is all I need as I send out my plea. I wait for only a few seconds before I see everything exploding on my screen. Floods of mentions and tweets. An out pouring of love and devotion from those who have never even met me but are determined to help. I feel tears prick my eyes for the hundredth time this evening and I look back up at the screen. I watch intently as Louis is staring down picking at his jeans he's wearing.

"Come on, Lou.." I whisper to no one in particular but just needing to say something.

"I know it's almost time for me to go..." He says softly. "But before I do I'd like to show you all something that I got.. I hope maybe it's a beautiful reminder to you and maybe some of you will even find it romantic or whatever.." He gives a simple shrug as he looks up with his beautiful tear stained face.

"You know another thing you had right was about our tattoos.." He chuckles softly. "Man, you guys don't miss anything.. Nothing ever slips by you..." A fondness slips over his the smile on his lips as he talks to anyone listening.

My eyes look up when I notice someone walk in front of me and I see Niall turning on the television to the news. There on the news is my beautifully broken boy making headlines with his story. I shake my head and look back down to Louis as he continues.

"Some of them were planned yes but some of them we got to match the other secretly.. Harry has never actually told me this but how could I not understand it?" He swallows dryly. "I used my body as the canvas of words I wanted to speak but couldn't.. It's a map, an intricately drawn pattern, a story.. It tells you all my secrets, wants and desires..."