Give Me Love ~LarryStylinson Fanfic {was not written by the owner of account}

Chapter Three

I opened the door and I as soon as I did I saw him. Laying there. On the bed, eyes closed. Those eyes. Those green eyes. The eyes that shined the brigthest green when he was excited. Or when they got a dark and cold green shade when he was mad. The most beautiful green eyes Ive ever seen. They were closed and how badly I wanted them to open. But they didnt.

I got closer to him closing the door behind and locking it. This was my time with Harry. I didn't want anyone else in here.

The closer I got the worse he looked. I could see dark brusies and cuts down his chest, arms, and face. I ran my hand along a bruise in his cheek expecting him to flinch but nothing happened. He kept his eyes closed and no movement. I slowly moved his messy curls out of his face stroking his cheek as I did. My hand ran down his cheek to his lips. His usual red, wet and plumped lips were now dry, chapped and a pale color of pink.  He looked so fragile.

"Im sorry." I apologised not sure what for. But I felt like I needed to.

"You've got to stay strong, Harry. You can't leave your mom, your sister, the fans... you CANT leave ME! You're my best friend."

A tear drop fell on Harry's face making me realise I was crying again.

Why was I crying so much?

"Cmon Harry. Wake up! Stop fooling around, mate. Open those beautiful green eyes of yours. Smile that cute smile you have. Please Harry." I begged putting my head on his chest sobbing. I wiped my tears off my eyes and ran a hand through my feathery hair. And I looked at him as I remembered the last time I talked to him.

louis' flashback

"Hey, Harold. Can I come in?" I knocked the door of Harry's room.

I usually wouldn't knock nor ask to come in, but lately he had been a little distant from me.

"Sure." I heard him whisper. I opened his door to find him sitting on the side of his bed shirtless and only wearing his pajama bottoms. He was looking down at something in his phone but I didnt get a good glance at what it was before he turned his phone off.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly as he took a gulp of his beer he was clenching in his left hand.

What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this?

"Harry, I don't think you should be drinking..."

"Is that ALL you come to tell me?! Because if it is I would like you to mind your own business Tomlinson! And leave me alone." He spat. Taking another drink of his beer, like to prove a point.

What the hell was his problem?

And since when does he call me Tomlinson?

"Your health IS my business! You are part of this band! You are my fucking best friend and I CARE about you!" I angrily replied.

He smirked. And rolled his eyes at me and stood up hovering over me.

"Don't tell me you fucking care about me when you don't! And best friend? Ha! You hardly act like it anymore! Aren't best friends suppose to be there for each other? Or at least talk to each other often? Aren't they suppose to tell the other when they are FUCKING GETTING MARRIED!? But you haven't. Don't come and try to play the caring best friend card because you're not, Louis! Why don't you just leave me alone and go fuck your beloved girlfriend or should I say fiancée?" He spat running a frustrated hand through his curls.

"So this is what it's all about. Your mad that I didn't come running to you telling you first that I was getting married? You know to be completely honest with you Harry, I didn't even know about the wedding planning until later. Yeah. I am getting married with Eleanor. And Im so sorry that I couldn't stop the world just to come and tell you about it!" I said. Saying the last part sarcastically.