Don't Forget To Remember Me | Larry Stylinson

NINE

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The ride back home was pure hell. At the beginning of the ride Bianca had started screaming all sorts of profanities, and for the second part of it just gave Harry the silent treatment.

Harry didn't need that in that moment, his mind was still there in that house where Louis was. He couldn't vanish from his mind the look the blue-eyed boy gave him; disappointed and hurt. Harry cursed himself for causing that.

"Can we please talk like civilised people," The photographer said as soon as the couple stepped into his apartment. They had agreed previously to pass the night at his place before going to the baby shower.

Bianca didn't respond. She took off her shoes with her toes and kept her arms crossed in front of her. The brunette went to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel wiping her eyes. She had been crying silently the whole ride, and Harry had felt awkward not knowing what to do.

Bianca grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started drinking.

"Harry, why do I drink water after I cry?" She asked after she put the bottle on the kitchen counter.

Harry furrowed his brows. This question was so out of the blue, and also what kind of answer was he supposed to give? They had more important matters at hand.

Not wanting to upset her more, Harry tried answering, "Because you get thirsty?"

Bianca gave a humourless laugh, "What was I wearing the first time you met me?" She asked again.

Harry rolled his eyes, "If this is some type of quiz can we ple-"

"Just answer me." The girl scrunched her face getting impatient, slamming her hands on her sides.

"Uh, I don't remember. It's been a long time B, and I don't understand where you're getting at." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. He could really use a drink right now. His day was getting worse by the minute.

"What is your favourite thing about me? Personality wise."

The green-eyed boy looked around, trying to answer.

"Quickly," Bianca added.

Her heart broke seeing the puzzled look on Harry's face and her theory just got proved. Harry gave the wrong answer to each of her questions.

"You don't understand it, do you?" She shook her head in annoyance.

"Understand what?"

"God, you're such an oblivious asshole! You're in love with Louis!" She stated, "I don't know what goes on that mind of yours but if you hadn't noticed, the only thing you did this couple of months we've been together, talks about him. Everything has been about him. Louis this and Louis that."

Harry took a step back. Her words were like a slap back into reality, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

She smiled bitterly; Harry didn't even try to deny it. "You remember everything about him. Every little not important detail. Like what he wore the first time you saw him, what things he likes, and you love little things about him. Like the way, he always clasps his fingers together when he's nervous or waiting for some answers, or like the way he always checks himself on his phone to make sure his hair is looking good. You want to know how I know all of this?"

Harry didn't dare to answer. She was right. He did love all those things about Louis. Loved him when he got snarky in the morning for being woken up too early, how his voice got even higher from sleeping with his mouth a bit open. Loved how he always wrinkled his nose when Harry ordered Sushi, even though he himself got what he wanted. Loved how even after all this time he drank his Yorkshire Tea with no milk and no sugar never getting bored of it. Harry loved Louis.

"I know all of this because you told me, Harry. That's how much you love him. You can't even keep it to yourself, and yet you still are not aware of it," She said softly, "And as much as it hurts, I can't even be mad at you."

When Bianca said it, it all made sense. He's always thought those were genuine friendship feelings, maybe a bit more since they had been intimate. But Harry didn't feel like that about Niall or any other of his friends. Not even about Bianca.

He sat on the couch, his limbs feeling cold, and his mouth going dry. It was scary when you figured out things so suddenly. If it hadn't been for Bianca pointing this all out, he would continue being so stupid and oblivious.

"I think it's better for me to go, it would not make sense for us to continue this," Bianca whispered smiling, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

Harry looked at her and shrugged, swallowing hard before he spoke, "I don't know what to say."

She nodded and looked around the room shifting on her feet, "You don't have to say anything. I said it all for you. I just hope you can fix all of this."

The brunette hunched in front of him and gave him a slight kiss on his cheek. She didn't say anything after that and walked out of his apartment.

Bianca helped him figure out all of what he was feeling, but what he had to do from that moment he had to do it all by himself. He couldn't rely on people anymore.

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