Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 3.

Days passed and me and the lads have been getting along pretty damn well. Or so that's what I think. One of the guys, Liam, think I'm not as serious as the rest, about the band. But honestly I don't give a fuck. He reminds me of one of those Dad's who are strict about every damn thing. "You forgot to pick up that shirt on the floor" "You didn't iron your clothes? It's too wrinkle." Blah blah blah. But other than that, I'll say this group thing is pretty fun. After we left the XFactor stage Harry's mum suggested we practice at their house. Anne is a really nice young woman. Yeah she did embarrassed Harry numerous of times, but hey that's what mothers do. That night literally changed everything. We all got to know eachother little by little. Sitting around a campfire, singing songs, it was almost... perfect. The night sky was fill with shiny stars, the moon big and bloom, the fire lighting each of our faces keeping us warm under the cold wind. I never thought how shiny the stars really were. Harry's house was located at a place where it's dark and you can literally breathe in the air and feel every breeze that flows in the earth surface. I've always wondered how it felt to be free. Where I'm from everything is tight up in a small ball. It's full of honking cars and skyscrapers covering the night sky. I've never experienced it like I had at Harry's.

I remember after chatting with the lads they had all crashed out, except for me. Or so I thought. My arms were leaning against the porch bars, seeing the trees and feeling the cool air. I was lost in thought, wondering how all this happened in only a couple of days. And then that's when I felt someone's presence near. My first thought was Harry's mum asking me to go to bed already but when my head moved aside, I was wrong. Harry moved next to me leaning against the porch bar the same as I was. He smiled, looking around.

He sighed as he spoke, "I wonder how it would be like in the future..."

I shrugged, not knowing the answer myself.

"Harry?" My eyes gaze to the tall frame next to me, he turned his full body and gave a soft hum.

I inhaled wondering how to start, but my mind speaks on its own.

"Are you a bit scared?"

"Of what?" He's frowning now and I'm planning to change the subject until he speaks for me.

"Scared of not becoming famous or becoming famous?"

"Both." I turn myself the opposite side of the porch, arms crossed and staring at the wooden chair near the door.

"Like what if we don't, will we still hang out like today? Or would if we do but we can't do certain things? Like a prison.." I continue to explain myself better and all he does is listens and nods.

"But rather we do or don't become famous. Just know I'm always here for you Lou. Cross my heart." His fingers go up then down then side to side.

"Cross my heart." I do the same and smile in realisation.

"Lou?" Smalls chuckles turns into long laughs. We sat on the wooden stair and I got to know him better. He told me that his Dad and his Mum got divorce, that when he heard the news he didn't know what divorce meant but started to know when his dad left. He says he still sees him every now and then but it isn't the same. I feel bad to know that this cheeky human being was going through a lot and people never even realised it. He told me his experience of singing in a band before and how fun it was to be lead. We talked and talked until we finally got knackered. Harry didn't want to go in because he didn't want to wake anyone so we ended up sleeping on his hammock. Thank God there was already a blanket folded up in the corner of it if not we would have died from the coldness. I was expecting two of them but he didn't mind sharing. We layed close together until we were warm. Later on that the night I heard him letting out small adorable snores, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. Somewhere in the middle I felt arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his figure. He was shivering and I had to keep him warm. I wrapped the blanket tighter on us and I had held him closer. And with that my own eyelids shut closed.

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Today we are all here gathered at the beach. Niall, tomato guy, wanted to come so now we're here.

"Come on Zayn" I shouted to the pretty one. We were all in the water, splashing and swimming and now waiting for Zayn.

"Nah I'm cool." He waved his hands whilst shaking his head. What's with him? Harry was on the opposite side of me and I wanted to be closer to him. I took small steps, obviously hard to run in water. That was until I felt something sharp on my right foot. It was more than a cramp and it hurt as hell.

"Ouch." I mutter, not making a big deal out of this. It's probably just a scratch. I scrunch my nose, feeling the pain getting worse.

"Are you okay Louis?" Zayn said obviously noticing my face expression.

"Ummmm... yeah. I think so." Just to make sure my foot was okay, I hopped out of the water. I sat on the wet sand checking to see anything unusual. My right foot was red and swollen and fuck it hurts.

"Lou?" I haven't notice anyone staring at me, and them wondering with worried looks made me anxious.

"Are you okay?" Harry leaned down next to me and took a big glance on my foot. He gasped as he moved towards the red spot, observing it in every angle.

"I'm fine. I'm sure it's not a big deal" I assured him, knowing that in reality it wasn't.

"No it's not fine. Look at it. You need to go to the hospital Lou. Like now!"

"Harry." His eyes never moved from my feet and I was finding it annoying. I touched his shoulder giving it a tight squeeze. His gaze finally moved up to study my face and that was exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to worry him so I gave him a smile.

"I'm fine. Okay." I got up, proving my point. I tried walking towards the trees but I figured I just stay where I'm at now.

"Louis you need to go to the hospital. Just to check it." Niall was right even though I didn't want to admit it out loud.

"Yeah man, I mean that doesn't look normal." But still I refuse. That's until I saw Harry's face, the face that changed my mind.

"Fine." I gave up and that normally never happens. What the fuck is going on with me these days?

Too cheer things up I say one of my original Louis Tomlinson jokes. I was always good at that and right now seems like a good time. Laughter was spread in the air in less than a minute. Cheeks were raised, smiles were on, laughter was contagious. I got in the van with Harry next to me, he's the only one that can make me feel comfortable right now and i need that. Harry's like home. Like when a house burns down and the only thing left is that special bear that's been with you forever and the only thing you always held on tight were the house and bear. Harry's my home. My bear.

(A/N: Again sorry for short chapters but I promise you won't regret it later.)