You Still There? (Larry Stylinson) *editing*

Chapter Eleven [Louis]

Chapter Eleven [Louis]

Friday, 10th February...

I didn't really know what to do myself the next day. I somehow didn't want to spend all my day in my little room, sitting in front of my laptop and reading stupid things people are saying about me and Harry and the whole band.

So I went out instead, hiding myself with a hood over my head and dark sunglasses. I just wandered around everywhere and went to the park. It was cold, being still February, but the sun was out and I enjoyed the rays of sunshine on my skin. I knew it was risky to be out there but I needed it sometimes too. As long as I didn't talk to anyone too much, they'd probably shrug it off or wouldn't even notice.

As I sat on that park bench and enjoyed the sun, a girl with another little girl – I guessed she was her sister - came along. The girl looked rather young, probably around 15 and was on the phone to obviously her best friend. At least that's what it seemed like. She had her three year old sister with her but she wasn't really looking after her. The three year old crawled around on the ground and obviously wasn't very shy because she made her way over to me. Her sister, though, didn't notice anything she was rambling about something but my ears only caught a few words. “Yes!... I know.. yeah... unbelievable.. why.. do that?.. there must be a reason..” I really had no clue what she was talking about but I kept her little sister in my view because I certainly didn't want her to get hurt or anything.

That girl on the phone didn't notice anything but that kid was crawling up to me and suddenly started talking to me – or more babbling nonsense. I didn't want to be a creepy stranger, who just ignored the kid but I also didn't want to be the creepy stranger, who automatically takes the chance to talk to everyone around. I was glad when that little girl's sister noticed that she was basically talking to a stranger and that that maybe wasn't such a good idea. Turns out, she didn't even really mind me. She just said she was sorry that her sister bothered me. I just shook my head and told her it wouldn't bother me. She smiled but it faded and she stared at me.

“You are not Louis Tomlinson from One Direction, are you?”, she asked me, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head quickly. “No. Who is this guy? Some people keep just comparing me to him.”, I replied, acting as if I didn't even know who I was.

She laughed and placed her sister in her lap. And I was lucky. She believed me. Plus she was really talkative. She didn't care at all about me, she just started telling me about myself. I kind of enjoyed that though. I didn't have to put much effort into finding out what she thought about me.

So she basically told me everything and I just sat there and listened as if she didn't talk about my life. It was almost creepy how my life wasn't my life anymore. So many people knew about so many details of my life. But then there were things they didn't know. Like, the reason why I left. Not everyone at least. And not for sure. Or like, how much Harry actually meant to me.

I almost told her who I actually was in the end. But then she just had to leave because her babysitting time was over and she obviously didn't want to spend more time with the baby. Maybe it wasn't her sister, in the end.

After my strange acquaintance, I strolled back to my room, thinking about my life and what she said. I was so thankful to have met the boys. My soul mate, damn it. And I've thrown it all away because of some-. I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. But I had my reasons to leave. I couldn't go back and say it never happened now.

I sighed and flung myself onto the bed, burying my face in a pillow for a few minutes before I took my laptop and looked for emails. Luckily, I didn't have to wait for Harry's email that day.

I nodded slightly as I read “press conference”. The girl before had talked about it. I guess, I should still watch it though. Or maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know. (I did it later on and it almost killed me how done they all looked, especially Harry. He looked awful, to be honest. Still handsome as always but just exhausted and almost like he had cried before. I was happy they didn't make up lies and told everyone the truth. Like Harry said, they didn't exactly say they'd wait for me, but it seemed like they would. At least to me. I wondered what the fans were saying after, but I decided it would be the best not to read any comments or anything. I didn't want to upset myself with all those comments from people who hated me now for leaving. I just hoped there would be some who still liked me and hoped that I'd come back.)

Also I really appreciated how Harry didn't want to give up on me. How he still liked me even though I had left him like this. How he still wasn't mad at me. This meant everything to me.

The next paragraph confused me. I mean, I smiled at his compliment. He was just too cute. But then he talked about telling me something and all of the sudden he had to go? That really confused me.

Somehow the whole email was like every other but there was something about the second half.. I couldn't figure out what it was but it was different. Maybe I just imagined stuff though. Who knew..

The whole email had me thinking about it for the rest of the day, when I ate dinner and when I went to bed. I just really hoped Harry would mention it the next day again.

But he didn't.

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Also I want to dedicate this chapter to UntilWeSurrender because apparently we are twins :D And she is awesome! (I also like your book so far :D so everyone should go check that out!)

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