27 Minutes -Larry Stylinson-

Sleepless nights.

I'm YorkshirePerrie. All credits go to Happinessintime for she is the person who wrote this book. I'll try to update weekly so it can be open to fully read for everyone soon.

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Harry POV

The days passing after Louis went into treatment were long, dull, and boring. I was constantly trying to do something, anything to keep my mind off of him. The worry that was seeping through me, eating away at me every moment was almost causing me to go insane. Different situations played out in my mind of how he could be hurt there or the doctors there aren't helping him at all. I feared that they were just locking him away in a room, claiming him to be fixed and getting their monthly paycheck while they do nothing. I feared that he was just wasting away and not eating anymore, not getting the medications he needs, or even getting the socializing he needs.

I know that deep down none of that is the case but in my heart I can't help but worry. While he was here with me, before any of this happened I always felt it was my job to look after him. No we didn't speak or have much of a relationship at all but I was always watching. Checking to see if he was okay even if I didn't speak the words out loud. I was always there whether he knew it or not and all he would have to do was say the word.

I guess that was my first mistake, not letting him know I was there. My mind does a constant play back of the past two years and I find myself picking out everything I did wrong. I could have pushed a friendship with him, let him know that I was indeed there. That if he ever needed anything I would always drop everything and be ready to do what he asked. Maybe I was whipped in a way but that's how I secretly survived for this long.

I won't lie to myself or anyone for that matter and say that I had been a decent person the last two years because I haven't. I've said and done a lot of things I wish I hadn't but they masked a lot of pain. I wanted to show the world that on the outside I was okay, though on the inside I was already gone. My heart had long past wilted down to nothing but I didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of watching me suffer. I didn't know that there were people at the time enjoying seeing me in pain or alone but I still didn't want anyone to see.

So I hid it, and I hid it well. I drowned myself in parties, nightclubs, alcohol and women. I kept it quiet and under wraps because the last thing I needed was the media to catch a hold of it. There was always the often chance that they did and when that happened Liam always seemed to cover for me. I hadn't realized then that it was out of pity and guilt but now I see it. Now I despise it.

It's so hard not to take all of my anger and frustrations out on him when I almost feel like it's all his fault. It's not, and anyone can see that but I need to blame someone. He knew about it and still never told me. Truth is, I should be blaming myself.

There's a certain part of me that wants to understand he was doing it to protect him and Niall but, the other part of me feels betrayed. The part of me where I thought my best friend would do anything to see me happy but instead just let me fall through the cracks. He knew about my partying antics, he could see the pain in my eyes and yet he let it continue on.

It's just, Liam is the most kind hearted, loyal guy I've ever met. He's helped me through a lot more than even Louis ever has and I couldn't be more grateful. Even in the days passing when Louis left I can see how much he cares about me, still trying to help even though I've thoroughly ignored him. He's been attentive, caring and kind.

I see the way he looks at Niall and the way that Niall looks back. The love and passion that both of them just carry in their eyes alone is strong enough to bring you to your knees. It's something I once experienced an inkling of and I still to this day crave that deep down with Louis.