You Still There? (Larry Stylinson) *editing*

Chapter Seventeen [Louis]

Enjoy the last chapter before the epilogue and the sequel! And pleeeeaase read the sequel because I will do my best to make it damn good :D

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Chapter Seventeen [Louis]

Saturday, 25th February...

I was still thinking the next day when I woke up. At least I didn't have to go through the usual nightmare. I didn't dream anything to be exact. Or maybe I just didn't remember.

There were still those questions in my head. And they accompanied me by everything I did. When I brushed my teeth, when I showered, when I changed into new clothes – that I bought only a few days ago when I just couldn't survive without going shopping anymore –, when I got myself some breakfast, when I watched some crappy television show, when I played stupid games on my phone, when I played stupid games on my laptop, when I just sat there in silence doing nothing, when I ate lunch. I just couldn't let go of it.

They were still there when I watched TV after eating lunch and when I just did random stuff on my laptop. Until another email popped up and I was almost relieved for a moment. At least it wasn't Harry's last email ever. Maybe he'd even explain?

I read Harry's words quickly and stared at them for a few minutes before I read it again. I couldn't believe this. I was speechless and frozen and all I could do was read Harry's words over and over again.

So he loved me. Just like I loved him. That was enough for me to know that I had to go back. I had to go back and tell him that I loved him too. No matter what it'd cost. I had to.

I could almost read the pain in Harry's words. I knew he wasn't alright. He was basically the most important person in my life and I had to make sure he was alright. We would fix this all. I knew, we would. At least I hoped so. But first, I had to make sure that Harry was okay, better than okay.. I also had to make sure he knew, I didn't leave because of him and that he knew that I loved him back.

I couldn't write an email though. I was already enough of a twat for leaving without telling anyone why. That's why I shut down my laptop and grabbed my few belongings that I had taken with me and called a taxi to take me back to London. Finally back to Harry.

I texted Harry a quick message, telling him to take care of himself until I was there before I stuffed my phone back into my pocket.

The taxi took a while to come get me, it would take long to take me back to London and it would be expensive to pay but I didn't mind. I just hoped the driver didn't recognize me. He didn't.

But when I was seated in the car, buckled up and not looking out of the window – because I needed to avoid anything that would let people recognize me – I got nervous. I doubted that going back was the right thing to do and wondered if I had planned this enough. I hadn't planned this at all though. I had no clue what to tell Harry when I was back later. I couldn't even think about that now.

My thoughts were mainly about how some certain people out there might not like it if I came back. Especially now that Larry Stylinson would actually become real. I remembered those messages I got. Those messages that told me that I was worthless and useless for the band. That I shouldn't be there. That if I didn't leave, they'd make me. That if I actually made Harry gay (yes I do know that this is not possible, because either you do like someone or you don't), we both would pay. That my family would pay. That the whole band would hate me for destroying everything. That Harry and I wouldn't last anyway and we'd ruin everything in the end. That no one wants to see and listen to fags. And all in all, that I would get a problem.

Now this seemed really not that much of a problem. Just haters, right? But I started to get those things from some people regularly. Every time with another threat. I know I was a coward for leaving because of them but at some point it just got way too scary for me. Even some guys of our management dropped hints and sometimes I wondered if it was them. And if it was them, it was probably the best to leave. I could only hope that the boys would forgive me now. I wasn't sure if I could leave again.

I was pretty sure I would get lectured by my mum even though I was already 20. I was still her son and she wouldn't let me leave like this I also hoped my sisters were not upset with me because that would probably hurt like hell. Leaving did too. I could only hope everything would turn out alright in the end.

I had a hard time not panicking and telling the driver to stop but somehow I always pulled myself together in time. The guy gave me a few strange looks too. Probably because I looked like a mess and my facial expression was probably not the happiest either. Plus I shifted around nervously all the time. At some point he just told me to relax so I tried to be less obvious and just think of something else. There wasn't really anything else to think about though.

Finally, finally we got closer to Harry's and what used to be my flat. I didn't know how things where after I left. I couldn't wait to see Harry anymore...