Don't Let Me Go (Larry Stylinson)

Introduction

            Louis sat on his coach, a content smile gracing his face as he pulled his adoring girlfriend closer to his chest. He loved these lazy afternoon cuddles they had. It always made him feel like there wasn’t a problem in the world. He closed his eyes, deciding he’d take a short nap before he had to take Eleanor out for their one year anniversary. But a knock interrupted him.

            He groaned, pulling out of Eleanor’s grip. “Who could that be?” she questioned quietly. Louis shrugged, walking over to the door.

            He opened it to reveal a man. He was dressed quite formally; black trousers, with a clean, white shirt covered by a black suit jacket. His hair was slicked back, and his brown eyes were seemed completely emotionless.

            “Emergency telegram for Louis W. Tomlinson,” He said handing him a thick white envelope. “My sincerest condolences, sir.” He said then turned on his heel walking away from the small flat.

            Louis raised an eyebrow at the mysterious envelope. Why did he say his ‘condolences’? He wondered.

            “Louis dear, who was it?” Eleanor asked walking over to a confused Louis. Louis shrugged and shut the front door.

            “He just gave me this letter.” He handed the letter to Eleanor. She flipped it over to see who it was from and raised her eye brows.

            “Harry Styles,” she said softly. “I wonder how he’s been.”

            Louis breathed in deeply taking the letter from her hands and walking to the kitchen. He quickly threw the letter in the garbage and sat down at their table. He stared blankly out the window as Eleanor pulled the letter from the trash.

            “Louis, how could you just throw this away?” She said, feeling bad for the curly haired lad. He didn’t deserve to be ignored. “You should read it, I’ve been wondering how he’s been.” She looked over to Louis to see if he had any reaction to her words, but there was none to speak of.

            She sighed walking over to the table, while opening the envelope. She sat down looking over to Louis before pulling out the thick letter. She sucked in a deep breath and began reading the messy hand writing.

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Dear Louis,

It’s been while, hasn’t it? I know you’re probably not interested in what I have to say, but it has to come out. I watched you walk away. You have no idea what you’ve done to me. You changed me in so many ways, you helped me open up and finally come out of the little box I built around myself. You taught me how to love, but you also taught me that it can hurt. That it can break you so much.

You’re probably not broken; you have her to keep that smile on your face. I’m happy that you can be happy. She is a really nice girl, far better than me. She’ll give you everything you ever wanted; everything that I’ll never be able to give you.

This is a very odd way to say goodbye, isn’t it? Finally saying hello after so long, just to leave again. You won’t be too sad when I’m gone. You probably don’t even think about me anymore. How I wish it was the same way with me. I can’t ever stop think about you, Louis. You always appear in my thoughts no matter how hard I try to get you out, and frankly, I can’t take it anymore.

I just want the pain to end; I just want you to leave my thoughts for once.

            Do you remember when we first met? I still consider that the best day of my existence. You were so different then.