Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 26

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Here's chapter 26, I hope you enjoy!

Ps. Harry's mind set is a bit unstable at the moment, considering what has happened, so get ready for a whirlwind of emotions.. Aha.

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~Ashley .xx







Chapter 26





Liam's POV

"Unlock the doors Liam." Harry ordered as I heard the sound of the door handle being pulled repeatedly in the back of my mind.

"Let me out." He snapped again, and I shook my head; barely hearing his words. The sound of Harry's voice had become somewhat muffled by this point. See, we had been sitting in Harry's drive way for about five minutes because I was unable to move, or speak. I was too busy contemplating letting Harry away from me; letting the gloomy darkness of the empty flat before me swallow him up.

You have already made your decision Liam! What are you doing? Just leave already! Let Harry go, and drive away!

But... I can't. I knew that if I left him alone, the emptiness would create a monster out of him, and pull him so far away, that I couldn't ever reach him again. I couldn't bear the thought of being responsible for that. But... what about Louis? What if he died.. and I wasn't there? But... what if Harry died and I wasn't here? I needed help. I needed someone here with me to share the weight.

"Okay Haz.." I whispered, as I finally unlocked the doors and pulled my key out of the ignition. As soon as the faint click was heard, frigid air raided the space around me; making my hot skin crawl. Harry had already opened the door, and was making his way around the front of my car.

"Haz wait!" I pleaded as my door was pushed open as well, and I ran up to him. As soon as I was about two feet away from Harry, he spun around and placed his hand on my chest; stopping me from getting any closer.

"Remember Liam? You're going back to the hospital, not staying here me with me. So go." He snapped, and I blinked rapidly at him; feeling powerless. He had truly switched the rolls. I was now the one taking orders, the fearful one. I quickly looked around, trying to figure out something to buy me some time to think.

"Are you sure you are stable enough to be alone..? I mean, I don't know where your head is.." I whispered fearfully, and he squinted his eyes at me, repulsed by my words and worry.

"JUST GO LIAM!" He yelled as I was pushed back towards my car, rather roughly, by Harry's weak arms. I stumbled to regain my footing, and then simply watched him; tears filling my eyes. He began to breathe heavily, clearly because his actions has racked pain through his chest. I refused to react upon these rash actions though; because... I knew I had caused his distress... and I ultimately deserved it. I just wanted to stay with him for a little while longer.. I knew it was pathetic, but I wanted to hug him; to apologize and have him happy again. But, I knew it was impossible.

"But.." I mumbled, and Harry's eyes widened with anger. It was immensely obvious; he was 100% done with me. My eyes bounced away from his, and then focused on the locked door of his flat.

"But.. I can't go Haz. You don't have a key, but I do," I stammered, as I gestured in the direction of what I had been previously looking at. Since Harry's accident, it was mandatory for Zayn, Niall and I to carry around a key to their flat; in case of an emergency. Harry spun around slowly, and then sighed annoyingly when he was facing me again; the thick waves of frozen breath free falling from his mouth. I guess he didn't like that fact that we all had keys as well. Eventually though, Harry nodded and stepped out of the way; gesturing for me to walk by him and unlock the door. As I scurried past, he rolled his eyes; the dim street lights reflecting off of them.

"Hurry up. I'm freezing." Harry muttered, as his dark presence shadowed over me. My quivering fingers fumbled through my pockets, until I came across my wallet. I pulled it out, and then began searching through it as well, until I came across the small brass key.

"Here it i-"

I started, as Harry's large hands darted over mine, and the key was snatched away. I jumped at his actions, and then watched as he stepped in front of me and began to unlock the door himself.

"Fine then.." I whispered, as I slowly slide my wallet back into my pocket and then leaned to the right, so I could see what he was doing, around his large frame.

"Leave." He spat, as the tiny piece of brass was returned to me with one hand, and the large frozen door was pushed open with another. I marveled at his new found strength, the door was iced shut.. and he opened it like it was no problem.

"Did you hear me?" He questioned, as I zoned back in to my surroundings. Harry was now in the doorway, with half of his body behind the door, waiting for my response.

"Yeah.. I uh." I stammered, and the door was slammed shut. That's it. He was gone.. and I was going to have to be as well.







Harry's POV



As soon as the door was shut, and I was finally truly alone, I lost it. This whole time I have ordered myself not to think about this; just to move on with the others and think later. But now, the others were gone, and my mind had no limits.

I absentmindedly stumbled against the nearest surface and slid down it, covering my face with my swollen hands. Immediately tears cut rivers down my cheeks, making me gasp for air. I looked around into the darkness which surrounded me; I could barely make out the outlines of my furniture. And the silence.. it was even worse. The silence allowed memories of the pass 24 hours to flash through my clouded mind. They shifted from Louis, to my nurses, to Dr.Adams, to Liam, and then back again. I tried to push these thoughts away, but I couldn't. They swirled around my mind until I couldn't take it any longer.

"SHUT UP! STOP! SHUT UP!" I shrieked at the voices and pictures in my mind, as I shoved my head back into the wall; almost pleading in despair. Maybe I wasn't okay.. maybe there was something wrong with me. Great.. now I'm going insane as well!

"Louis..why.." I sobbed, and the faint sound of a car engine stopped my panic. I pulled myself up rather unsteadily and jogged over to the large bay window beside my door. I pressed my hot sweaty forehead against the cool glass, and peered out. Even though my staggered breathing had fogged up the glass, I could still see the blurry outline of Liam's car, as it drove away into the night.

"I don't need Liam! I can do this on my own!" I yelled out loud as I placed one palm to the glass and pushed off of it; making myself stand before it. I quickly spun around, and began to walk through my flat; clicking on a lamp in the process.

It all felt surreal; being back in the place where all of this started that is. As I passed the closet with Lou's TOMS... and then the coffee table beside the couch, I grew weaker and weaker. I had to push my feet to continue on. Eventually I made a beeline for the couch, knowing that I would probably collapse soon. I had clearly worked my fragile body to the limit; emotionally and physically.

Once in front of the couch, I slumped down onto it; letting my throbbing head fall into my hands. I whipped away my tears, which soon proved pointless, as they returned immediately. I looked down at my legs, and then froze; eyeing the pale green material. I had forgotten I was still in a hospital gown... but I honestly just didn't care.

I thought of going to my room, to get changed into normal clothes... down that long dark hallway, and then into the large dark room, which held my large empty bed. I wanted to just fall asleep in that bed, and wash all of my pain away; the same bed that once held Louis and I.. and most of my best memories. I want to wake up beside Louis again. I want to watch his beautiful blue eyes flutter open to the sound of my voice. I want to smile as a small yet warm matching smile sweeps itself onto his small rosy cheeks. I want to place a quick kiss onto his nose, and watch as he mouths the words, I love you.

My breath hitched in my throat, causing me to zone back into the dark, cold, emptiness. The feeling of warmth had left me completely, just like Louis. I slowly looked around, pushing my puffy eyes to the limit, and then focused on one of the many white cabinets in our kitchen. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and my lips curled into a ever so tiny smile, because I knew exactly what was behind that thin wooden door; bottles and bottles of... alcohol.









A/N

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So..aha.. IM SO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER IS HORRID! oh lord. But.. I think that it's about to get better! .. I hope.

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~Ashley .xx