My Kind Of Love (Larry Stylinson)

You were mine

*Harrys POV*

When I walked over to the bar, the man they called Louis, dragged me away by my arm.

"What are you doing, Louis?"

"You're not meant to have her! I'm your best friend, I need to look after you" He screamed at me.

"Look as long as I don't remember you, you can't call us best friends!"

"But Harry, I love you" He cried.

"See ya around Louis" I sneered as I walked off.

I went and sat back down with the others, I felt comfortable around them even though I couldn't remember them.

"How were me and him best friends? He's fucking crazy!" I commented.

"He just needs time to adjust, you guys were really close, closer than any of us in fact" Liam spoke sympathetically.

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*Louis' POV*

What am I doing, I basically just told 'Harry' that I loved him. He doesn't even like me. He hates me. After the accident he's not even gay anymore.

Was he ever gay? He was probably just trying to mess with my head.

Maybe I could remind him of our love from the texts?

Shit Harry had told me how he felt jn person, I just said it over text. I wonder if he's even seen them yet?

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My thoughts were broken when Harry entered the flat that we shared.

I'd moved back in the day after Harry's crash.

"Hi um, Liam told me I lived here? Have I got the wrong place?" A confused look played on his face.

"No Harry, we live together"

"Oh great" I heard him mumble to himself.

"Look, I'm sorry, this has been really hard for me, forgive me? I just miss you, guess I wanted you all to myself" I smiled.

"Yeah, it's alright, Lou"

Lou. He just called me Lou. I probably shouldn't overreact but he always used to call me that.

What if he remembers?

"We could spend all day together tomorrow, might invite the boys over, what do ya say Haz?"

"Yeah sure thing Boo"

"Harry?"

"What Louis?"

"Do you remember anything yet?"

"Uh not really, I remembered that Zayn is vain and Niall tends to eat quite a bit and always go on about football, nothing else"

"Oh okay, night Hazza"

"You too" He smiled back at me, I watched him dissappear upstairs.

So he remembered things about the boys, but not me, his best friend.

He may not remember, but you were mine.