Say Something... [Larry Stylinson One Shot]

Read it kinda slow and play the song on the side along with it. ENJOY :)

Dear Louis,

Where do I begin? I just...I miss you so much. If I told myself to stop thinking of you, do you think the pain would go away? Would I stop feeling this way? Would the tears finally stop? Its only been a few weeks since you left. And I've already given up. That fight...it hurt me so bad, Louis, it did. We really had something, do you remember that? I was the one. I'm just afraid to let go of that. I'm afraid of starting something new because what if it's not the same? I just wish for you to come back because crying myself to sleep hurts nothing like watching you leave.

If I could meet you again for the first time, what would I say? I know I'd say something, knowing you'd become my first love in the future. Would I tell you about all the pain that was coming our way? Could I stop anything from happening? Would anything really even change? Could I have stopped you from walking out that door? I don't want another sad song to remind me of you, Lou. Every move I make echos because you're not here to absorb it. I just want you to call me, wake me up, and say be with me, just be with me. It would make me so happy just to hear you say I love you. Because I am nothing without you. I just don't know what to do with myself. 

There were so many things we could have said to save ourselves from this pain, so many things we could have done differently so we could understand where we are now. Someone said that the pain would go away, but I'm not sure that's where I want it to go.

But I realized something the moment of your accident. I needed you. I needed to be with you. And every night I have dreams, Louis. Of you and I. Together. These dreams are so real and clear that I wake up crying because I want them to happen so desperately. They made me realize that I'd do anything just to be with you. Anything at all. And if this is a mistake, it just may be one worth walking into. Because you're the one that I love.

I want the last thing I see to be you smiling. I want the last thing I hear to be your voice. I want the last thing I touch to be your soft skin. But that's the thing, I know I will never get any of that. Do you know why?

Because you're fucking gone. And you're not coming back.

I just need to know if you loved me at all. Or will you simply just promise to wait for me? But it doesn't matter, either way, I will always love you. Nothing will change that. Nothing could ever change that.

There's one thing I wait for, though, after all this is done and over with, just one thing. I can't wait to walk off in the midmorning sky with you, like in my dreams. Those dreams that were so real that I could feel them. Maybe I will just wait for you, then.

Goodbye, my dear, Louis.

Harry Styles.