Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 46

A/N

Hellooo (:

How's everyone? Hopefully well!

So exams start tomorrow.. *cue sad emoji* ...ew.

But, here's another chapter for you lovely people, before I have to go suffer! hahaa

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Chapter 46

Harry's POV

"Hello?"

The long pause proceeded on as I clumsily struggled to keep the phone in between my shoulder and neck, hands deep in making scrambled eggs to go with the toast. The stove's heat burned against my skin, making me pull away every once and a while.

I was about to hang up when I heard the sound of fumbling behind the phone, as if they was arranging something for me.

"Uh, hello. I just wanted to check in, and also let you kno-"

I took a staggered breath, realizing exactly who it was, and stopping him mid sentence. Liam.

"Uhm.. arre you okay Haz?"

"Liam please stop calling me, i'm fine," I barked, sounding a bit more upset than I wanted it too. That only edged him on more.

"You sound very different from last time... did you... tell him?" He whispered and I rolled my eyes, throwing the dirty spatula into the skin, and shutting off the stove as well. I turned towards the island and leaned over, letting my head fall onto my palm.

"I'm making breakfast," I groaned, changing the subject, and taking a quick look over my shoulder at the hot pan beginning to cool. I heard him sigh, as if he was dreading the conversation. Liam knew I was stubborn. So, if I didn't want to tell Louis, he couldn't change it. But... I did want to. I just, can't.

"Alright.. But what about it?" He posed, the steaming hot plate of eggs now in my hand, as I made my way over to the popped toast.

"Nothing happened, he just asked for food," I responded and he cleared his throat, the presence of his subtle annoyance ringing through my ears.

"You have to, Harry. You can't afford not doing it,"

"And what does that mean?" I shot back, my voice quivering dangerously between offense and curiosity. I could picture his features tightening, as if it was a dumb question. But, I really didn't understand.

"You know exactly what I mean. Harry, it hurts me to know you're hurting. Now, the other thing I was going to tell you, It's uhm.." He started, in a manner as if it had slipped his mind, before my subconscious kicked in; coming out as a quiet unfinished mumble to myself. More like a programmed response to concern over me.

"I'm fine Liam, I'll do it myself, stop.."

"Tessa's coming by to check on Louis.. doctor's orders. She left a little while ago, so she should be there soon." He reported, leaving the line go silent for a bit. I took it as an opportunity to grab a tray for the arrangement I had prepared, and also pour a glass of orange juice. Leaving it sitting on the island before me, ready to be served.

"Is that aright, Harry?"

"Mhm,"

I heard him take yet another deep breath, as if he was unsure if I was even listening.