save my heart (larry stylinson)

Chapter 21: coffins

Chapter 21: coffins

"No you don't need me, if you needed me you wouldn't be getting married in 5 days!" Harry felt himself slowly gain more control over himself.

"You don't understand." Louis broke down into a sob, collapsing onto the hotel bed, freeing Harry.

"Louis -" But Harry didn't know what to say, or what to do rather.

"It's like - I love her, but I love you too. I want her but I need you. I love her but I'm in love with you. Everything's so twisted in my brain and I can't tell you why because then you'd hate me. You'd hate me forever and I can't handle that."

Harry looked down at his old best friend, and slowly stood up from the bed.

"As much as that helps, I'd like it if you'd stop using me. I have no idea what you mean by what you just confessed, but the only thing I got from it is you chose her. You know - you've always known I love you, but you chose her. So I'm not gonna keep sitting around for whenever you want to use me for the night. I'm sorry, but if you're going to move on so am I. So I guess this is goodbye, because I surely don't want to see you again." Harry managed to speak through his tears, turning as he swiped his coat off the chair, trying to avoid the sniffling and cries coming from behind him.

Just as he opened the door, he felt a warm body behind him. A small hand pressed a orange cylinder tube into hands, closing them around it before walking out of the room. Glancing at the bottle, he felt his stomach twist

Patient : Tomlinson, Louis

Diagnosis: Multiple personality Disorder

Take 2 pills per day, morning and night.

Patient # 012241991

"Louis!" Harry screamed as he ran down the hotel room, stumbling down the stairs and straight out into the rain.

"Louis!" He screamed again, as his eyes caught a glimpse of the hooded boy running down the side walk.

"I didn't know!" Harry shouted, until he had caught up with burning legs and a hand on Louis' should keeping him still. "I didn't know" he whispered softly

"I know you didn't know! That was the whole point! I didn't want anyone to know! You'd all think I was a freak, and I just want to be the normal Louis I was before the stupid accident! But I can't!" He sobbed, thrashing in Harry's grip.

"Why didn't you tell me? it would've made everything make so much more sense! I can't -"

"I DIDN'T TELL YOU BECAUSE I DDIN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW! I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW" Louis screamed as he finally shook out of Harry's grip.

"I-" Harry started, a hand placed itself on his chest, stopping the words from leaving his mouth

"Please - please don't tell anyone." Louis begged before turning and walking off into the rain down the street.

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Harry didn't even know what he was doing until he was done doing it.

His mind has fogged up and none of his senses had worked, as he glanced at the mess of a hotel room around him. The chairs were strewn across the room, and the tv on the floor. The bathroom supplies scattered on the tile, pointless paintings shattered on the ground.

He threw a wad of cash on the bed and walked out.

NEXT MORNING

Harry's phone lit up as he sat pliant in his car, and he skimmed his eyes over it to see it was from Eleanor.