Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

t h i r t y - s e v e n

short update before i sleep! Goodnight!

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"Louis? Wake up!" I hear someone say gently beside me. I open my eyes and see Harry, carrying a glass of tea and biscuits in a little tray. I'm in an unfamiliar bedroom, light shining through a soft white curtain. He places it on my lap. "I thought I'd spoil you. You seemed like you were having a bad dream."

I blink my eyes. Dream? I dreamt about us breaking up? Are we still together? Were we ever together?

"You've been asleep for 2 days Louis." Harry says, rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

"2 days?!" I half-yell, nearly spilling the tea from my sudden outburst.

"I was so worried about you. I don't know what I'd do if my husband didn't wake up." He says and I nearly spit out the tea from my mouth.

"Husband?!" I ask.

Harry chuckles, running his hand through his hair and pressing a kiss onto my lips. "Louis, we've been married for 17 years!"

17 years? But, Harry still looks so young, exactly like he did when he was 17 years old. We couldn't have been married since the day he was born, I don't think life works like that.

"No, no we haven't Harry. You, you're lying to me again. All you ever do is lie to me!" I yell and Harry backs away in confusion.

This is all too much for me to take in.

"Louis? What do you mean? I've never lied to you?" Harry says sweetly.

"No, no. This is not real. No, no." I say, shaking my head and ignoring what Harry's saying.

"Come on Louis, you think I lied to you?"

"You did Harry, you did!" I say, pretty much kicking and screaming to be let go.

He gets up, smiling disappointedly at me, his eyes filling with tears like what happened outside school.

This seems all too familiar. Just like when he tried to hold me back to explain about the whole texting issue. I just never listen.

I'm going to lose him again because I never listen.

"Well you couldn't expect every fairy tale to come true?" He says, smiling creepily at me while walking out the door, walking out of my life like I told him to.

I told him to get out of my life. This is my bloody fault.

This is what I wanted, and this is what I get.

No, this is not my reality. No, no...

"No!" I say, sitting up from my bed to see the lights are off and there's no sight of Harry. Just my old apartment.

It was all a dream. Harry didn't come back. We hadn't been married for 17 years. It all happened and I was lied to.

Nothing was fine.

Nothing had changed and I was still stuck here with no one to go to.

I was just lost in my own mind and alone in the universe.

There's no creak of the stairs when Harry comes home later than usual. No warm arm holding over me when I wake up from nightmares. No one to kiss me goodnight.

The whole house just feels alone.

I've always hated that word. I felt like there was no way you could be alone considering the 7 billion people on the planet. There would always be someone out there. I used to think it was stupid for someone to say they were alone when they were surrounded by people, never thought someone could truly be alone.

Until now.

Because I am truly alone.

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harry's pov next!