Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#14

Title: Jailbirds by Rainbow Kitteh on quotev

Summary: There is none heh

Word count: 2,256

I stopped the car and got out quickly. Lights were flashing, caution tape was pulled across the highway, and the center piece of the event was Harry's car, smashed up and laying over turned on the edge of the road.

"Lou" Liam was behind me.

"Is he alright?" I pleaded with my eyes.

Please don't let him be hurt.

"Um..." Liam looked over my shoulder and I turned around.

The gurney rolled past, a white sheet covering it.

"Harry!" I screamed and ran to the gurney.

"You're not dead! I know it! You have to be alive! Wake up, Harry!"

Two police officers held me back as the lifted the gurney into the ambulance and shut the doors.

"Harry!" I screamed, my lungs burning.

~

My eyes shot open and I gasped. Another nightmare. I wiped my forehead, I was drenched in cold sweat.

It's been 10 years. 10 years since Harry died. One Direction split up, though we are all still close. Zayn is married to Perrie, Liam moved to America, and Niall launched a solo career.

And Harry is dead.

I moved into a small flat in London, I wanted to be away from everyone for a while. A while turned into 10 years.

I loved Harry, not like a brother, but as something more. I know he wouldn't feel the same, but I never got the chance to tell him.

The clock on the bed stand read 9:23. I sighed and swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up. I walked into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth when my phone rang. It was an unknown number, so I answered.

"Hello?" I said, toothpaste foaming in my mouth.

"Good Morning, I would like to speak with Mr. Louis Tomlinson" a female voice said.

"Speaking"

"Hello Mr. Tomlinson, I'm calling from Red Grove Penitentiary. You have a requested visit from one of our inmates" she said.

"What? Who?" I said.

"Name is William Hensworth?" she explained.

"I don't know a William Hensworth" I said.

"Would you hold for a second?"

"Sure"

I set my phone down and quickly spit and rinsed to get the toothpaste out of my mouth. Then I picked up my phone again. I heard some mumbling in the background, then the woman returned.

"William insists that he knows you and is very anxious to speak to you" she said.

"Alright then, what's the address?" I asked She told me and address and said that visiting times where two to four.

"Thank you" I said.

"You're welcome. I hope we see you soon Mr. Tomlinson" she said.

***

"Um...I'm here to see...William Hensworth?" I told the man at the front desk.

"Alright, I'll contact him. Here's the sign in and emergency pager" he handed me few papers and a small device. I read the rules and signed the paper.