Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Twenty Two

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Louis POV

It was quite the surprise when Harry told me he was actually going to drive to Doncaster to watch the little munchkins play. Of course, I offered, hoping he would say yes but I never thought he would, with his busy schedule and all. Sadly he brought that bloke with him, not sure what's going on between them but when I asked, he said they weren't together but it sure looked like it. Every time I would look over they would be touching, laughing and just being annoying. When Harry announced they would be leaving something just snapped and I just needed to hug him, knowing I wouldn't see him in four months, if not longer.

"Promise you won't forget me when you're on tour?" Before I could even think about it, the words had already left my mouth, unsure why I said it to begin with. It may be the fear of losing him again. I might not remember meeting him as a teenager but I do know how happy I am to be able to call him my friend. I can tell Harry anything and he'll be the last person to judge me. I just have a feeling that Harry and I are meant to be in each other lives.

Stan gave me a hard time after Harry and what's his name left, telling me I was rude but I don't really care. I don't fully agree with him because I think I was delightful towards Harry, the person who I invited. I never invited what's his name and I didn't like him, therefore I don't feel the need to be nice but then again I don't think I was particularly rude to him.

Ben was all but happy to see Harry had actually turned up. He had been telling me for days that Harry probably would bail last minute, get my hopes up and not show up in the end but he came through. Stan thinks I never notice it when Ben comes to our games and barely pays attention. It hurts and I've tried to bring it up in conversation but Ben always gets upset and changes the subject or even walks away from me so I've decided to let it go and just be happy he's on the sideline, watching or not.

Only a few days after seeing Harry, he left to go on tour. It may sound very dramatic but I just feel a little empty, knowing he's so far away even though we text on a regular basis. Harry sends me pictures of his hotel room, his view, the crowd, places he goes if they allow him to go sightseeing and that's very thoughtful. I enjoy scrolling through the images whenever I can't sleep at night.

I have been taking on quite some work to keep myself occupied and to be able to save up for the wedding, possibly a place for Ben and I to move into together afterwards. Ben, on the other hand, has been going out regularly, the company he worked for needed to cut down on employees and Ben was one of the five people that got kicked out but he hasn't been looking for a new job ever since. "Ben?" I ask, turning around in the chair to look at him as he continues to stare at the TV screen. "Hm?" he replies. "Have you been looking for jobs lately?" I know the answer is no, but maybe he forgot?

"No, there aren't any jobs out there Louis" he replies with a sigh. "Sure there are but you're just picky" I chuckle and watch him roll his eyes but restrain myself from commenting on it. "What's it to you anyway?" he questions. "Well, I'm here working my arse off to afford our wedding and a possible rental. It would be nice if we could split the costs, you know?" I say, placing the pen between my teeth and scratch my head. "Yeah, yeah" he replies, still not taking his eyes off the screen. I'll make him look at me.

I get up from my spot, drop the pen on the table and walk over to Ben, stand in front of him and move forward to straddle him. "What are you doing?" he asks as he leans to the left to look at the screen. "Ben, look at me," I say, moving so I'm blocking his view of the TV but instead of looking at me he leans over to the right. I kiss his neck to grab his attention but he just sighs and literally pushes me off of him. "The fuck did you do that for?" I grab the remote control, turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room before crossing my arms.