Three Crazy Weeks With You ➳ Larry Stylinson ✓

Chapter Twenty

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Harry's POV

I let out a shaky breath before breaking down right there.  I don’t hold anything back.  Hot fat tears dropped down my face too fast for me to even care.  It just let them fall.  My mouth feels thicker than ever, and my nose is running making me sniffle constantly.  My eyesight is blinded from the tears to the point I start to lose my balance before reaching my hand out to the wall behind me to steady myself.  I feel my knees give out on me and I fall against the wall before sliding down it and curling into myself right there in the hallway.  I haven’t cried this hard in my whole life!

What just happened?

What the actual f*cking sh*t just happened?!

Did I just-

No.

No!

No??

Did I though?

Stop it Harry!  You didn’t!  Everything is fine!  This will all blow over like every other silly argument we’ve have had.  I mean it isn’t like this is the first time you have ever fought.  Remember when you stole his superman action figure when you were 7?  We didn’t talk for a whole day, but then you gave it back and you we're back to being best-friends in no time!

Or when you accidentally told Samantha that he liked her.  We got into a huge fight before he said he never wanted to speak to me again.  We didn’t talk for half a week, but we couldn't take it anymore and just laughed about it later.  Charley even ended up asking her out a day later and they dated for about a year before things didn’t work out.  

Or even that time where he got drunk at some party we went to that he dragged me too.  He got really drunk and tried to drive home and I wouldn't let him cause I was sober and I knew he shouldn’t be driving so I took him home, but he was too drunk to see the logic in that and ended up yelling the worst things to me.  Horrible, horrible things.  I knew he was just drunk though and the next day he told me how guilty and retched he felt about what he said.  He tried to make it up to me for weeks before I gave in.  

See everything worked out those times right?  Right??

As much as I tried to convince myself that it was all okay I knew deep down it wasn’t.

This was different.