Where You're Meant To Be- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Nine

First of all: OMG I'm so sorry this totally slipped my mind. Busy and right now I'm sick. Oh well. It's my study hall hour, so I'm gonna try to get this done bc I suck for making you guys wait so long. And I hope this one turns out better than the last one!!! Love you guys!!!

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Chapter 9

~Louis~

I checked the time on my phone. 1:37 am. I leaned my head against the board on the bed. My mind raced through what I should do.

I could go kill Ty.

Nope.

I could go beat Ty.

That was an option.

I could leave Harry.

Terrible thought.

I could talk to Harry.

Yes.

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I stared at the thin cracks in the pasty white ceiling. Cracks. They we're always in my life. My parents. Hannah. Harry. Me. Harry again. I couldn't escape those rifts in my life. I myself seemed like one big rift. Breaking. Bending. Shattering. The thing is, Harry actually began to fix me in a way that no one ever had before. He had patched the cracks. He filled them in and sealed them up. But then somehow, everything fell apart. Everyone fell apart. The cracks opened up again. They tore through what was mended and created more along their way. And no one could fix them. Not even Harry, not that time. That was what really drove me to jump off of that cliff. I felt unfixable, like a shattered China doll. I felt like there was no glue strong enough to hold the pieces together again. And then Harry came back to me, or I went back to him. I don't know. But now, with that rift, I'm on one side of it. Harry's on the other. And I just felt like I couldn't reach him. And yet, that was me. I was that void.

At least, I felt like it. I know Harry would try to find some way to help. But after all that, after all we'd been through, I didn't know how to repair myself, let alone let anyone repair me. It was impossible. And I didn't want anyone to have to face those impossibilities. No one.

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~Zayn~

I reclined back on the sofa and slung my arm around Liam's shoulder. "That was a great dinner. And Sam and Niall and so cute," Liam commented about our night out.

"Almost too cute, if you ask me. Kinda sickening, to be completely honest."

Liam smacked my arm lightly and chuckled. "You know, I feel kind of bad for leaving Harry and Louis. I feel like we should have been over there catching up. He just escaped from a who-knows-how-long hiatus, and we vanish."

"Oh my Lord, Liam. Harry and Louis definitely had their own catching up to do. We did them a favor by leaving so quickly. And that story Niall told about how Sam wanted to go out was great. It was a nice surprise for her, it got us out of the lovebirds' hair, and we had a lovely meal together. It was like a win-win. Or win-win-win..."

"Well... it's still bothering me. How about we drag Niall out of bed tomorrow and take 'em out for a catch-up day. It'd be nice, and Niall would be fine as long as we feed him."

"If you want. We could go to that cute little brunch buffet down on- Oh my Lord look what you've done to me. I want to go to that cute little brunch place. I blame you."

Liam laughed at my miniscule outburst and snaked his arms around my waist. His head rested in the crook of my neck. My whole life revolved around that man. And I loved ever single second of it. That said, I'd willing do his every command, so I searched for the number of the brunch place and made a reservation for the five of us. I could already imagine the lovely day it would be.

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(The next morning)

~Niall~

I fell onto the floor. Hard. Shoes rested near my nose. I groaned and rolled onto my back. I squinted my eyes at the bright Sunday morning light framing the faces of Zayn and Liam. I spit out several curse words, addressing the trespassing, early rise, and the fall on the ground. "What in the hell do you two want?" I demanded. The smiled down at me and grabbed my arms. I was wrenched into a standing position.

"We're all going out for brunch. Just us guys. We skipped out early on Harry and Louis, so I thought it'd be nice to take them out," Liam replied, too cheery for the early hour of 10:45. I grounded again, but got up. They were right, so I hopped in the shower and put on a t-shirt and jeans, matching the other boys' attire. I ran gel through my hair, then the three of us got into Zayn's car and headed toward Louis' and Harry's flat.

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~Harry~

I clutched the paper in my shaking hands. I watched my tears made slight smears in the blue ink. I leaned my head against the wall as I slid downwards.

Why me?

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~Liam~

I knocked on the door, waiting for one of the two boys to open the door. But no one did. Instead of waiting longer, I simply turned the knob and opened the unlocked door. "Louis, Harry, surprise! We all thought it'd be a great idea to-" I paused. The only thing in my line of vision was a sobbing Harry Styles curled up in a ball on the family room floor. Tears soaked into the shag carpet. The three of us rushed over to the vulnerable boy. "Oh my Lord, Harry. What the he'll happened?!" He simply handed me a paper folded into thirds, his name in cursive on the opening side. My eyes scanned the letter.