Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Six

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After Louis walked out of the dressing room with his boyfriend on his tail, I run into the bathroom, excusing myself and feeling bad for not being able to spend more time with Louis' sisters, but I hate it when people see me cry and choose to hide instead. I lock the door and lean against the wall, letting myself slide down the white tiles until I'm seated on the floor and allowing the tears to stain my cheeks. I can't help but think that I do cry a lot when it comes to Louis, especially lately. How can he be so mean and just pretend he doesn't remember me? I get that he doesn't want to hang out with me but he could just have had the guts to tell me straight to my face.

There's a knock on the door and I quickly wipe away some tears. "Taken," I say but my voice comes out a lot weaker than I had hoped. "Let me in Harry" Zayn replies from the other side of the door. I reach up and unlock the door without getting up from my spot on the floor. Zayn probably heard the lock turn because he opens the door straight away, steps inside and locks the door behind him. He sits down next to me but doesn't say a word.  After a few seconds, he puts his arm around me and pulls me into a hug. I love how the lads just know when it's not the right time to ask me questions and are just there to comfort me.

"Don't you need to go out there and take pictures or sign things?" I ask as I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. Zayn shrugs "They are more into Liam and Niall anyway." He informs me with a shrug. After a few minutes of silence, Zayn gets up and offers me his hand "We should go socialise so we can leave and get to our hotel." I take his hand and let him pull me to my feet, splash some water on my face and just pray that the girls are too fixated on Niall and Liam and won't notice my red and puffy eyes.

We open the door, step back into the dressing room and take a few group pictures. I can feel Liam's hand on my shoulder, slightly squeezing as if he were to ask if I'm alright and I offer him a small smile in return. We chat for about ten more minutes when Niall mouths a private 'you okay?' I shrug in reply and Niall decides it's time to head over to our hotel and sends the girls home. They are only backstage because I wanted to see Louis and not them to begin with, as mean as that might sound.

Soon after the girls have said their goodbyes we jump into our van and drive through the gates that keep out the many fans that are waiting outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of us as we leave but they all seem oblivious as we drive right past them. We reach our hotel in only a couple of minutes and check in to find out our luggage has already been brought up by the time I enter my hotel room. I walk through it quickly, just checking it out before grabbing a very large and soft towel and head over to the shower.

I turn it on rather hot, thinking my muscles will need some relieving after running up and down the stage and the occasional falling over. I can't get the image of Louis and his boyfriend out of my head, how he was trying to comfort a confused looking Louis as he just stood there. I get out of the shower and drape a towel around my waist, not really bothered with drying myself off because the shower has inspired me and I need to write it down now before I forget it. I grab my laptop and start typing right away.

My phone buzzes several times but I decide to ignore whoever is trying to reach me, I turn on one of the Yiruma albums I have selected on Spotify because I just love to write with soft music in the background, it makes me focus better for some reason. I finish the lyrics, not completely satisfied with them but decide to ring Liam anyway. I ask him to come to my room and help me figure out the odd bits and pieces.

When we're both completely happy with the outcome Liam tells me we'll work on the melody tomorrow in between our soundcheck and the actual show as it's already nearing 2 o' clock in the morning. Liam gets up off the floor where there are lots and lots of papers with scribbles on them, pens, snack wrappers and cans and hugs me so tightly that I nearly fall off of the edge of the bed I'm sitting on. "We'll always be here for you Harry," he says quietly. "Thank you, for everything" I reply.