Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

23

I never really write stuff at the start of chapters but for some odd reason, I felt the need to inform you that I literally wrote this chapter while eating chocolate in a spa? Yeah, I don't know either.

Also, it's my birthday today and I was surprised with tickets to Australia which leaves in 20 days and AHHHHH, I'm so excited :))

Anyways:

louis

"I'm sure he's just busy."

"Yeah." Liam's agreed with Zayn, his hand coming up to rest on my shoulder. "Besides, didn't you say he's at home? Maybe he went to visit some family or something."

I sighed, snuggling further into my bed.

It had been a total of three days since Brittany and her friends decided to put on that god damn awful show. It was now the school holidays - thankfully - yet I still wasn't okay.

I'd tried calling Harry multiple times and he hadn't answered. I messaged him more then enough and I felt as if he were ignoring me.

We'd never gone this long with out being in contact with each other, it just felt weird. Not to mention the fact that I really missed him.

Call me dramatic, but when you go from talking everyday to not hearing a word from him for three days, it was horrible. It's times like this when I realise how attached I'd let myself become to Harry.

When Harry and I were together, everything just came so naturally, it never really gave me the spare time to think about the fact that I actually liked him. Like, I actually like like him and I could consider even saying the L word, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to admit that to myself.

Along with the insecurity that Brittany's show bought me, came the thoughts that maybe she was right. I felt stupid for letting myself think that Harry was using me but- I wasn't even sure myself actually. I can't picture him ever doing that, he's just too nice of a person. Hell, he apologised to a dog for accidentally tripping over it, so I really hoped that he would have the heart to not ignore me.

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Two weeks later:

Or not. Maybe I was being delusional through out the entire time that Harry actually remembered me. Maybe I just imagined him seeming to care about me, maybe I imagined even fucking knowing him because right now, I sure as hell don't.

I wasn't sure if I even knew him at all and I hated myself for feeling this way over a boy. Harry wasn't just any boy though, and I knew that. He was freaking perfect in every single way and for a moment, I actually thought that we were meant to meet or something. What's it called? Fate?

I wanted to shoot myself, in a petty way of course (not literally) for ever being so hopeful.

Harry walked into my life, made me fall for him and his stupid jokes, and then left me with out a trace. To say I was feeling lost would be an understatement.