All over again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 33

Louis POV

  (Three months later)

  Ninety days. Ninety days without Harry. Ninety days without laughter. Ninety days without joy. Ninety days without eating. Ninety days without caring...

  What does family mean? Heck I don't even know if I can answer a simple question. I haven't talked to my family since Harry's passing. The last call that I ever answered, was Nialls. I have lost most of my weight and haven't really been outside of the flat. My ring is loose on my finger but I decide to leave it on because it's one of the most important memories from Harry.

  I have over seventy missed calls and at least sixty voicemails. As I check to see who the calls are from, a variety of names appear.

  Zayn..

  Zayn..

  Liam..

 

  Management..

  Niall..

  Liam..

  Mum..

  Mum..

  Mum..

  Management..

  Management..

  Mum..

  Mum..

  Simon..

  Niall..

  Harry's mum..

  Niall..

  Harry..

  As I see the familiar name, my heart skips a beat. How could Harry have called? He's dead. I don't pay any more attention to the rest of the names and go straight to the voicemails.

  My heart is beating faster with every voicemail that is left. I go through about forty voicemails before reaching Harry's. A familiar voice speaks through the phone and I am very calmed by his voice but I'm also confused and .. scared. Was this some sort of sick prank some young school kids did? Did they break in the funeral home and take his phone?

  Was I just hallucinating his name on the screen? No, I couldn't have because he left a voicemail.

  As I go through the rest of the voicemails, I hear the same old same old.

  "Lou, how are you holding up? Are you ok please answ-" Skip.

  "Why aren't you answering lad we're worried about you ple-" Skip.

  "I'm sorry for your loss man I kno-" Skip.

  "Louis please answer, it's your mum and I jus-" Skip.

  "I never knew that Harry was this depres-" Skip. Skip. Skip.

  The mention of Harry's name only brought chills through my spine and tears to my eyes.

  After skipping and deleting all the voicemails but one... Harry's, I stare at my phone for about an hour to prepare myself for what is to come once again. I was too scared and confused to listen to what he was even saying.

  This time I was preparing myself because I was actually going to listen to what it said.

  Before I know it, my fingers are already pushing buttons and Harry's voice is loud and clear on speaker phone.

  "Lou, I.. I love you and I have to make this quick before anyone catches me. Well, I couldn't handle the fact of leaving you so I called up a lad and we.. well we kind of faked my death. I just really wanted to be with you and management was always in the way. *Who are you calling Harry?! No one is supposed to know! You'll blow you're cover!* Sorry Lou, I have to go."

 

  What. I know that voice. It's... Niall's.

  At that moment, anger took over me. I grab my phone and dial Niall's number.

  "Hello?"

  "Where are you at?!"

  "Louis! I'm so glad you're okay! How are you doing?"

  "Im not here to talk about how I'm doing, I'm asking where you're at!"

  "I.. um I'm running some errands."

  "Don't lie to me Niall"

  "Louis I'm not lyi- *Niall who are you calling?*"

   "Niall who the fuck was that! Tell me!"

  I was so angry that I began to cry. I thought Niall was my friend. I thought I could trust him with anything and everything. He was the only one who was there for me and it turns out he was lying?!

  "Louis I have to go! I hope your feeling better.. bye."

  And with that, the phone went dead. I immediately put on my shoes and grabbed my keys.

  I put the car in drive and drove all the way to Niall's flat. I ran every red light possible but I didn't get stopped. As soon as I arrived at Niall's flat, I ripped out my keys, got out of the car, and slammed the door.

  I barged right into his house and saw him with a shocked expression on his face. I turn my head and see him.. the man I love,  my fiancé.

  "What the fuck is going on!"

  Tears have already began to run down my face.

  Both of them were shocked. Not only that I had just barged in, but of how much weight I have lost and I no longer look the same.

  Niall finally had the balls to say something.

  "Louis, I didn't want you to find out this way.."

  "You knew how hurt I was! You knew how depressed I was because he was gone for three fucking months! Yet you still have the fucking balls to hide all of this from me!"

  I wave my hands everywhere to emphasize my statement.

  "I know.. I'm sorry lad.."

  "That's all you have to say! That you're fucking sorry! Sorry is not going to fix anything. It most definitely won't fix this pain I have been feeling for the last three months! And it most definitely won't fix this fucking hole in my heart!"

  I'm beginning to feel light headed. As I go to say more words, I can't. My mind doesn't agree with my mouth and nothing comes out. Right then, I faint.

  (Later that day)

  My head feels heavy and I am laying on a bed. The familiar scent fills my lungs and I am immediately comfortable.

  I blink my eyes a couple of times and see Harry sitting in a chair. His head shoots up and we are now looking at eachother eye to eye.

  I feel as if I am seeing things and he isn't really there.

  "You're not real"

  "Louis, trust me I am one hundred percent real"

  "Harry, my real fiancé, died three months ago. I saw him take his own life."

  "Louis, I.."

  He leans over to touch me but I jerk away.

  "Don't touch me. You aren't real, we both know this is probably some side affect of not eating for three months."

  "Louis, if I was fake could I do this..?"

  He then leans over and kisses me. I am so angry but I can't seem to stop kissing this man. Once I gather enough energy to defend myself I do. I put my hands on his chest and push him away.

  "How could you..." My words come as a whisper.