One Missed Call [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Five

*Harrys POV*

Louis was literally my life. Without him I'm nothing. It's been two days since he left. He hasn't bothered texting or coming to see me. He's made his feelings evident. Just wish I could do the same. Each day that went passed, my love for him only grew stronger.

He didn't want to speak to me, even if he did try, he would only be met by a broken boy.

When I was with Louis, I was a confident man. Now I was nothing more than a lovesick teenager.

Niall and Zayn hadn't come round since I shoved them out of the flat 2 days ago. They were close to finding my scars- I had to do something.

Liam came round though, eventually he got me to open up- about everything. He knew about every last cut on my body.

"Look Harry, I know it's hard to lose someone you love, but you've got to move on."

In all honesty, Liams attention was getting too much. I wanted to be alone.

"Yeah, I know and I will try, I just need some time." I yawned.

"You tired, mate?"

"A little, haven't slept properly in a few days, was hoping he'd return, ya'know" I smiled weakly.

"Well go to bed mate, I'll be back in a few hours, yeah?"

I nodded. He might not want to come back in a few hours. There's no guarantee I'll be there either.

To Louis (9:16pm):

"Please come home, I need your hug :("

I set my phone down, still staring at it, waiting for a reply. 10 minutes and still nothing came.

-

4 hours later, nothing came. I was forcing myself to stay awake in case he text.

Then it came.

From Louis (1:10am):

"It's best if you move on. I'm not coming home."

No! He couldn't do this to me! I needed his warm embrace. His soft touch. Just his presence was enough for me. But I was left with nothing.

Life was too much and obviously Louis wouldn't miss me.

- - -

The rain thrashed down outside, I sat on the windowsill, thinking.

Well I couldn't just disappear without notice, could I?

It didn't really matter to me what Zayn, Niall or Liam thought. Only Louis could save me now.

I pressed down the green call button. And waited. And waited. And waited.

"Hi, you've reached Louis Tomlinsons voicemail, leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you, bye"

Great, the one time I need him most.

Beep.

"Hey Louis, it's Harry- obviously- Fuck I'm so nervous, sorry. I jus-just wanted to say thank you for being in my life. You honestly made it so much better whilst you were there. Well that all changed when Eleanor came, you probably didn't notice but I couldn't handle it. I'm sorry, but I thought you loved me- can't believe how wrong I was. I heard you that night y'know. That night you brought her home and whispered sweet 'I love you's to each other. It hurt Louis. It broke me, you broke me. But I'll never stop loving you, that's why I have to do this. I know you said to move on, so I guess this is my way. Bye, I'll miss you boobear."

I wouldn't try ringing again because I knew he wouldn't pick up. He was more than likely with Eleanor anyway.

This was it. Now or never.

My hand shook as I reached out for the bottle. I slumped against the bathroom door. My phone lay next to me, still open to Louis' contact. I shuffled it away slightly so I wouldn't accidentally send something.

1. I shoved it down my throat, dry. 2, 3, 4, 5. I just kept going. I tried to raise myself to get a glass of water but my vision went blurry and my legs gave way.

This was the start of the end.

His words just replayed in my head, I'm not coming home. How could he just say that without a reason. He clearly didn't care how I felt. Then I fell into darkness.