You Still There? (Larry Stylinson) *editing*

Chapter Thirteen [Louis]

Chapter Thirteen [Louis]

Saturday, 11th February...

The next morning, I woke up wondering where I was. Considering that I had been here for over a week now, it was rather strange. I remembered it soon enough though and my mood changed from confused to sad.

Once again I had to remind myself that I wouldn't see Harry for quite a while. It was ridiculous really. I missed him so much. Much more than anyone else. Even more than my sisters. No one can resist those curls, I guess. I didn't only miss him, I just wanted someone to comfort me because of all that shit and someone to just have fun with. And Harry was the perfect one for everything. I knew it the moment I saw him. I knew he was going to be famous, I knew people would love him and secretly I hoped we'd spend more time together and maybe get friends. Or more. And luck, or fate, was on my side. The boy I met in the bathrooms ended up in the same band as I, along with three other great singers.

I was really lucky to have Niall, Liam and Zayn, and I was glad to continue as a band with them. And maybe, I was even happy to have four best mates in my job and not be alone. At least we had each other to banter and joke around and I probably couldn't have had it any better.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, finally getting up and going to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth after a rather long shower. I didn't really know what to do then but I was hungry so I got dressed properly and went to the nearest bakery, buying myself some breakfast before I returned to my room and ate it with a cup of tea.

I was rather lonely. Not being able to talk to someone made me bored and annoyed and I wanted some social life. I just didn't know what to do so people wouldn't know it was me when I chatted with them.

So the only thing I had to somehow have a chat with someone was my laptop and the internet. That's where I ended up then, anonymously on the internet and just talking about some shit. I mainly talked about music but when I was asked what I thought about One Direction I had to think about my answer. I ended up lying and saying I didn't like it because of the music but the guys seemed nice although I didn't know much about them. The girl I was currently talking with immediately tried to convince me to like them and told me to watch some videos.

It was hard to resist the urge not to watch them, but I did in the end. They had me holding back tears. Once you see a video on YouTube, there are plenty of others to watch. And that's what I did, getting curious what people did there.

I completely forgot about the time, just watching video after video until I noticed that there was another email. Suddenly all the thoughts about those videos were forgotten. I opened the email and read over it, curious what Harry wrote today.

Again, I noticed a slight change in Harry – and about Harry as a whole – after I read the email. It made me suspicious and I wondered what was going on. What was really going on. My mind was full of thoughts about Harry and theories why he did this and that and it was just really confusing. But if I would block those thoughts out, it would be only boring here. Not that this wasn't giving me a headache. But at least I had something to think about and wonder about instead of doing absolutely nothing.

And three hours after wondering and puzzling about why and just Harry, I received another email. It was from Liam this time. I was shocked after I read it. Harry was not okay? He really did seem to be doing okay at least. I never expected him to be that wasted and care that much about me. But I couldn't write Harry. And I couldn't go back. It wouldn't make anything better, it would risk other people's health. It would risk my friendship with Harry that meant so much to me but actually was destroyed already.

After a long argument with myself, I decided to write Liam. So that's what I did and it really wasn't long, and didn't explain anything but I felt less guilty after I sent it. I was nervous and I started to question myself and what I'd done. But then I remembered those messages. The messages, the words that made me leave. And I thought maybe.. maybe I should have told Harry and the others. Maybe I had messed it up by doing this. But it was for Harry. It was for the boys. So I couldn't go back anymore. It was too late now and I had to accept the consequences and live with them. The bad thing was just that there weren't only consequences for me but for Harry, the lads, my family, the band and management too.

Those thoughts had me awake all night. And when I eventually fell asleep in the morning, I wasn't dreaming nice things. I honestly wasn't.

Thoughts?

This chapter is dedicated to my amazing friend @LarryGreaterThanLife because she edited this chapter for me (yes I know I'm not the worst but I'm still embarrassed) and because I love her! Thank youuu

-IMPORTANT INFORMATION-

So here are all the email addresses:

Harry: harrystylesandkitten@gmail.com

Louis: thetommoandcarrots@gmail.com

Liam: disneyliamtoystory@gmail.com

Niall: foodniallisgood@gmail.com

Zayn: rollercoastermirror@gmail.com

You can write to anyone if you want, even after the story is finished! (Especially since there should definitely be a sequel)

Also because somebody asked (and I'm sure more want to know)

This story will have prologue + 17 chapters + epiloge + 12 emails in total (: so it isn't so faaar until the end anymore!

Have fun reading! xx