To Save A Broken Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

First Class

Harry's P.O.V

Oh God, he looks broken. I thought when me and the rest of the boys were dropping Louis off at the airport. We were saying goodbye - he was going to a music camp in Northdene, a tiny village where nobody has ever heard of. The students at the camp had signed a contract saying they won't tell anybody that Louis Tomlinson will be there. Any they've been warned about... Louis behaviour change.

Come back to us bud I thought as we stood with him while he waited to board the plane. The man in front of me - this broken, crushed soul who seemed to have no purpose left - was not my best friend. He was snatched away from me when Laila died.

Laila. How I miss her. She seemed to be the glue that held us together. She kept us all sane when the fame was getting to us, when Niall got depressed and Liam got tired of the press and Zayn got sick of the hate which was being sent to Perrie. But now with her gone, we've all been separated and we can't stick back together.

I sometimes think if this is the end of One Direction.

The fans have been... difficult. At first, they had (well, most of them) seemed genuinly sorry that Laila had passed. But now, six weeks later, they think it's time Louis bucked his ideas up and forgot about what had happened. Some fans had gotten abusive, terrorising Louis on Twitter. Some even put up protests across the world. Some said they were on hunger strikes until Louis returned back to One Direction, even if he hasn't left.

He's offered to leave - even on one terrible night, he told us it and forced it down our throats. But he have always rejected his offers. We can't be One Direction without all of us. The idea was absurd; it was hard to think about it.

"See you soon, we'll come and visit." Zayn was saying and hugged Louis tightly. I realised I had completely zonked out, and now all the boys - except myself and Louis - were watery eyed. Especially Niall. His nose was red and his hair dishevelled.

We tried to ignore the screaming on the other side of the VIP glass wall. I knew the security guards would sort them out and take away all of their recording devices. A departing like this deserves to be private.

"I'll miss you Louis." I murmured aruptantly and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

How could I have shut him out? He is my best friend! I remembered the weeks I sat at home, doing literally... nothing. I drew, I sang, I cooked, I even fucking cleaned. His body stiffened at first, but then he hugged me back. The boys all exhaled in relief. This was the first affectionate thing Louis had done since the accident.

I winced as I felt his ribs beneath his shirt. I could feel the frail arms around me. It was like hugging an overly-tall child. His skin was stretched across his face and jeans were hopelessly baggy. He was still good-looking... kinda. If you looked past his expression and past the dead look in his eyes, he still held the beauty he and Laila shared.

"Now get your butt onto that plane and have a ball," I said and drew back. He hung on at first, but then he unlocked his hands and pushed himself away.

"I'll try."

Then the woman was calling first class passengers to board. Yeah, we were loosing money, but we were still ultra millionaires. And Louis had no one to inherit the money if... no, don't go there.

Saying goodbye had been like saying goodbye to a brother. Because our friendship was something stronger, and before I could help myself, I bellowed something for the whole world to hear.

"I LOVE YOU LOUIS!" I screamed and the guys gave tight smiles. 

And when Louis turned around, startled by my exclamation, I swear I caught a glimpse of the old smile. The before smile. 

And I think he mouthed I love you too.

Paul Collins' P.O.V

"So if you want to come home, just say."  I said to my little sister as I pulled her in for a hug.

We have been through a really tough year. It showed - my sister's beautiful face was scarred and her pale skin still held bruises. But she was still so... happy and full of life. I admired her for that.

"I'll be fine Paul, look after Luce!" She called and shot off towards the reception of the music camp. She did look back with that beautiful smile of hers, but a twinge of sadness filled my heart.

If only Mom and Ben were here to see this, I thought longingly and waved.

My sister was a musician - a perfect one at that. She can play any instrument she can pick up and play music by ear. And she has a heavenly voice. And she ain't bad looking - I heard they cover singers with makeup and photoshop them, so Adara's scars will go (hopefully) unnoticed.

Adara Collins was going to be famous soon.

 Complete topic change bbuutt.... JOSH CUTHBERT FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY!!! 

~Liv