Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Twenty Three

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How does Stan think I can help? I'm halfway across the world and Louis isn't responding to my text messages, my calls go straight to voicemail and I feel incredibly helpless. I look over at the large clock on the wall, informing me it's only half eight. I would usually call Gemma or mum to ask for help but I don't remember the exact time difference and I don't want to disturb them in the middle of the night. I remember Zayn telling me I can always talk to the lads and send them a text to come to my hotel room because I need help to figure something out.

It only takes a short amount of time before we're all gathered in my hotel room. Niall already diving into the mini fridge to see if there are any candy bars left, Liam and Zayn joining me on the bed. I tell them about the conversation I had with Stan about twenty minutes ago and how powerless I feel. "What would you have done if we were in England?" Liam questions. "I would have gone to Doncaster," I say without any hesitation. I watch Zayn and Liam exchange a look, Zayn cocks his eyebrow and Liam shrugs, it's making me a tad uncomfortable, almost like they can communicate without needing any words.

"We have a press day tomorrow and we can tell them you're on vocal rest or had to take a day off due to personal issues." Zayn starts. "As long as you're back the day after before six o'clock so there are two hours left to prepare for the show, we will be fine" Liam adds and I could seriously kiss them right now for coming up with this idea. We all start calling people and calculating everything to see if we can make this work and after an hour or so we have everything written down.

"So you'll fly out to London around midnight, should take just under 7 hours. You'll arrive at Heathrow around midday, UK time" Niall shows me. "Just make sure you arrange for the jet to take you from Heathrow to Ottawa no later than three o' clock the next day" Liam shows me the little schedule they have drawn up. "Gives you nearly a full day with Louis, it's not much but it's better than nothing" Zayn smiles. I thank the boys, call our security and personal assistant to make sure our pilot is aware of the sudden change and that I would like to depart around midnight, leaving enough time for everyone to prepare for the flight and they all seem surprisingly supportive.

Because I made a spur of the moment decision to fly halfway around the world and the boys are kind enough to let me use our private jet it means our assistants have to arrange a different way to transport the boys to Ottawa, rather last minute but no one seems to mind. That does make me feel a lot better. I text Stan to inform him about the plan, asking him to send me Louis address and that I will text him when I'm in Doncaster.

I pack the necessities and start to feel a little nervous as I take a shower and get ready for the flight. I say goodbye to the lads, hugging them tightly and convincing our security I don't need a bodyguard. "You guys are never around when we have time off in London, I'll do fine. I have a rental waiting for me at Heathrow" I smile as I pat Paul's shoulder and he nods, letting me know he trusts me. I'm driven to the airport wearing a large sweater Liam gave me, sunglasses and just a backpack. I'm able to get through the airport and make my way to the private jet terminal without people spotting me, I think.

I try to sleep during the flight but experience some difficulty. Once we're only a few hours away from London I grab my phone and scroll through the messages Louis has sent me for the first time, my heart breaking after reading the most recent message.

Please, I need you!

I scroll to the first messages he sent after our argument and they all say how sorry he is, how he didn't mean what he said. How he knows he messed up, how he already misses talking to me. He begs for me to stop ignoring him and I already felt horrible but now I just feel like the biggest arsehole ever. What if he doesn't want to see me? Flying seven hours, driving another three and having a door slammed in my face. I need him, probably just as much as he needs me, if not more.