Larry Stylinson One Shots

Did You Forget?

So this is another letter to Louis, I guess. Oops. (please comment below and tell me what you think, as it would encourage me to write more in the near future!) 

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(I do not think Louis is like this in real or anything. This is a work of FICTION.) 

Did you forget Louis? 

Did you forget all the fun we had together?

The multiple hours we spent everyday just enjoying each others companie. Wanting to just hold each other tight, in each others arms. Wanting nothing more than knowing that we would always be by each other, no matter what. 

Laughing for what felt like an eternity, even though we didn't know what exactly was so funny.

It was us. 

The shock of it all still manages to surprise me everyday. 

That you so easily gave up everything we had together. To make it seem like you were normal. No different to anyone else. But you were different, Lou. In so many beautiful ways. You were never usual, typical, or expected. Nor did you need to be.

Anyone who had the chance to get to know you, loved you for who you were. Not who a stranger wanted you to be. They sculpted you. They transformed you into a completely new man. A man that I was unaccustomed to. A stranger. 

You stopped talking to me. For weeks on end. You didn't even give me a second glance. I wish I could say it didn't hurt. But it did. More than it should have. I cried every night. I'd be lying if I said I didn't anymore. 

You moved out shortly after that. You never gave me a proper explanation, either. Just said you were moving out. One minute you were here, the next you were gone. 

I think what hurt the most was the fact that whenever I was in bed alone, crying. You were with her, probably asleep peacefully with your hands around her waist.  I would say I was happy for you, but that would also be a complete lie.

Every week there would be pictures of you two together. The fans thought you were the cutest couple to ever walk on this planet. But personally, I think we were.  

Remember how in the mornings we'd wake up and cook breakfast together? Actually, if I recall correctly, it was just me cooking. You just pretended to cook. Not that I minded, I loved your company.  We would yell out the chorus to 'Happily', smiling widely. Looking into your eyes and seeing them twinkle whilst we 'sang' was the best feeling in the world. 

I wonder if she knows that I touched your skin. She probably doesn't, but if she does, I don't care. 

Or the day when we decided to go the park and play football. I had been moping around the flat, complaining I sucked at every sport. So you took it upon yourself to try and teach me. I, of course, had failed miserably. Falling over countless times, much to your amusement. But yet, you were patient with me. Saying I could do it. You had hope in me. I might not have told you then, but it made me feel so good. Knowing that you believed in me.

All the things we use to do are nothing but memories now, forever engraved in my mind. I will never forget them, nor will I try to. I don't regret one thing we did together. From the first time we met, to our last kiss. Every night I recapture what we had. The laughs, the cries, the friendship, the love. 

I will always wonder why you stopped talking to me. I don't understand fully why you left. Here's the bit I would say 'I'm sure you had a good reason' But I'm not even sure.

Did you acutally have a good reason? 

To leave me by myself, wondering if there was anything I could have done to save us?

Maybe If had tried harder to get you to open up, we would still be together. Maybe you'd be still lying here right next to me. And instead of writing this, I'd be cuddling with you. 

I guess you did forget.