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

Chapter Ten

Louis POV

"Louis Tomlinson how is Harry doing?" "Is it true the wedding is off?" "Where's Eleanor?" "How do you feel about Harry?" "Will he be okay?" "Louis!" "Louis Tomlinson" "Tomlinson"

I ran passed the fucking paps asking millions of questions at once. Flashing their cameras at me and shoving their microphone to my mouth. I put on the hood of Harry's hoodie that I was still wearing and plugged in my headphones. I was tired of listening.

I was tired in general.

The paps followed me all the way until I got to the car were one of my guards was on the drivers seat. Someone from Modest! must have sent him. And I was glad to see him. I got on as quickly as I could and harshly pulled the door shut before the paps could catch up.

"Hi. Mr. Tomlinson were you want to go?" He asked politely.

"Anywhere but here." I said closing my eyes, laying my head back on the seat, and drowning to the music playing on my phone.

-

"Louis. Louis we are here."

I opened my eyes to find myself still in the car. My music was still playing so I turned that off. And rubbed my eyes. And realised where we were.

"What are we doing here?" I panicked looking at my guard.

"I think you should go in." Mark quietly responded.

"No. Take me to the hotel." I commanded.

"I can't. And I won't. Louis while you were asleep I realised that this place is were you need to be. Not locked up in a hotel room. Pretending to be okay. You need to be here. In YOUR house. Getting your thoughts straight. With no one bothering you." Mark stated.

"But-but this isn't my house...anymore" I looked at the house in front of me. So familiar yet so unfamiliar.

"It is your house. It has always been. It yours and Harry's house. Look. I honestly think this place would do good to you. It sometimes did for Harry."

"Har-Harry came here?!" I asked in shock. He nodded his head.

"Your next concert isn't until Wednesday. Take a break." He smiled at me. And the thought of Harry made my heart drop. But I nodded. It was either this or going back to the hotel watching Harry remember everyone but me. And I just couldn't do that.

"Okay." I sighted and opened the car door to be invited to the cool breeze of a winter's day.

"I-im gonna need clothes..."

"Im sure the stuff on the trunk would be enough and Im almost positive the stuff you left and the stuff Harry has brought are still in there. And there will be a servent come in once in a while." Mark replied with a reassuring smile.

"Thanks. You're a great guy, Mark." I smiled at the gaurd who had being with us since the begining and realised he was part of us now. He was a friend.

"No problem, Mr. Tomlinson. Any time." He laughed as I closed the car door and he drove away.

I opened the door of the house with the key Mark had given me and opened the door.

A warm breeze invited me in. I closed the door. And took in all of the house. With each step I took as I went deeper into the house the more memories came crashing into me. The memories of two young boys living their dreams and loving each other. One knownly and one disgarding it.

I went upstairs towards the room Harry and I would share. The gaint blue covered bed in the middle of the white room. I walked over towards the small drawer next to the bed.

I picked up the picture that was gently placed beside the small lamp. And my heart broke into teeny tiny pieces as I looked at it. It was a picture of Harry and me.

-

I woke up to my phone buzzing beside me. I quickly picked it up.

"Hello."

"Louis? Where the fuck are you!" The sound of a worried Zayn came from the other end.

"Doesn't matter. I'm fine." Louis replied looking at the framed picture, of him and Harry, that he was holding.

"We are all so worried..."

"There's no need for you to worry about me. After all I'm not the one who doesn't remember a thing. Ha." I tried to joke but my voice seemed to crack.

"Right. Uh. Well, H, is actually already out the hospital. He seems fine. He remembers Niall completely and seems to remember things little by little. In fact Liam and Niall are working with him so he can remember the lyrics. Seems to be working. So. Yeah."

"Well, sounds great. Im glad." I replied sounding a little bit too sarcastic.

"Right." Was all Zayn said. He still sounded worried. I hated hearing him worried. He was such a sweet guy with a huge heart and hearing him that he was worried of ME that just made me sadder.

"Listen. Zayn. I promise you. I am fine. I just being a little...uh...off? Not really being me. But I'll recover. That's what I'm trying to do. I'm taking some time off,but I will be back again on tuesday to reherse and shit. Ha! Don't worry about me. I am perfectly fine. So stop!" I laughed a bit hoping I convince Zayn. Zayn laughed. Guess I convinced him? Good.

"Fine, Louis. But you should probably tell Liam, Niall, and Eleanor that. They've being calling you and texting you and no one got an answer back. Suprise I did."

"Haha! I didn't answer alot of people tell them not to take it

personally. I probably wouldn't have answered you, but you took me off gaurd. I had just woken up."

"Ha. Would you should prob call El. She seemed pretty worried about you. She even came over only to find you weren't here. I'll tell the boys your fine. But honestly I think you should talk to Eleanor." Zayn said sounding serious.

I felt like someone had slapped me across the face. Hard.

"Right. Thanks. Uh. Bye, Zayn." Was all I could say back.

"Sure thing, L, bye." Zayn hanged up.

Eleanor. She was worried about me. While I sat here drowning myself in my own tears about something so stupid. Im an idiot. Like always I messed everything up. First, Harry loved me and I completely ruined that. And now that he doesn't even know he loved me Im sitting here crying. While Eleanor loves me and all I can think about is how Harry doesn't know me. I don't deserve any of the two.

I looked at the picture that was still in my hands.

It was the picture of where we were both on a motor. Harry was up the front holding the handles of it while I sitting behind him holding him tightly around his waist. My face was close to his and we were both smiling. His curls tickling my cheek and I remember how he smelled so good. This had been one of our favorite pictures. He had framed it and he still kept it after all this years. My heart sank. And tears started to form.

"What's the point?" I wiped tge tears of my eyes and took a deep breath.

He didn't remember me. He doesn't love me. And since when was I gay? I'm not. And even if I did want Harry as more then I friend it was too late now. I already had broken one persons heart I wasn't about to break two. I may have my doubts now but I was getting married and Im sure that I'll get over those doubts.

I knew I loved Harry. Tons. But he didn't love me anymore. I also knew Eleanor was a big part of my life. And I did love her. And she loved me.

I got up from the bed, still holding the framed picture, and went into the bathroom. I put down the picture by the skink as I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I combed my feathery fringe with my hand and fixed it up a bit. I took another look at the picture.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket as I made up my mind.

I dialed the well-known number as I let the picture fall into the trash bin letting it brake into tiny pieces with a crashing sound. And walked out the bathroom, phone by my ear as it rang.

"Hey, babe. Uh. You want to go out, tonight, El?" I said as soon as she picked up as I walked down stairs slowly.