Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

• realisation •

H: (firm) "I know him."

N: (slightly frustrated) "Do you really think that's all you'll need?"

H: "It was all."

N: (close to yelling) "He left you! On your honeymoon, for Godsakes!"

H: "But he didn't leave me."

N: "You told me yourself, he was gone at night!"

H: (mumbling) "He wandered back."

N: (trying to calm himself, sighing) "You were lonely."

H: "It was lonely."

N: (scoffing) "You were abandoned whitin a week, like trash, fucking rubbish!"

H: (looking up at Niall from where he was seated) "'Abandoned me' was loved."

N: "Do you seriously believe that?"

H: (nodding once) "I do believe."

N: "Why, Harry? After all this crap?"

H: "Because I love him."

N: "And he doesn't love you back, can't you see that?"

H: (shaking his head) "I can't see that."

N: "He doesn't, Harry."

H: (fiercefull) "We were married."

N: "For no good."

H: "We were happy."

N: "You guys are divorced."

H: (furrowing his eyebrows) "Shut up."

N: "Face the thruth."

H: "I don't want to."

N: "You will have to."

H: "I won't."

N: "Stop it, stop being so stubborn!"

H: (crossing his arms, laying them on his lap) "I will keep it like this."

N: "Shut your mouth."

H: (protesting) "Shut your eyes."

N: (surprised, raising an eyebrow) "Why would I?"

H: "So I can get away."

N: "From what?"

H: (grunting) "Get away from reality."

N: "You can't run away from everything, Harry."

H: (desperate, staring at his feet) "He did too."

N: "That doesn't mean you should too."

H: "It does."

N: "Harry, please."

H: (determined, teary-eyed) "I want him with me."

N: "He's gone, Haz."

H: (raspy-voiced, cracking) "I miss him."

N: "He wasn't worth it."

H: (tears beginning to roll down his cheeks) "He was everything I needed."

N: "Stop it."

H: (almost breaking into sobs) "I can't."

N: "Stop crying, man up."

H: (ignoring him, looking right into his eyes while rubbing his own to not break down) "Where is he?"

N: "I don't know."

H: "Get him here."

N: "He won't want to."

H: (firm) "I need him."

N: (sighing) "You don't."

H: "I do."

N: "God, Harry, he broke you, so bad."

H: (defending) "He didn't."

N: "He did."

H: (making fists from his hands) "He loves me."

N: "He doesn't."

H: (hopeful) "He has to."

N: "No, that's not true."

H: "I love him."

N: "So?"

H: (lowering his head, murmering) "I want him."

N: "Quit it."

(Harry sighs, long silence)

H: (softly, looking back up) "Is it really over?"

N: "It's over."

H: (shaking his head slightly, nails sinking into the skin of his palm) "It can't be."

N: "It's over."

H: (crying, again) "It's over?"

N: "It is."

H: (breaking into sobs, hands muffling his words as he launches them in front of his face) "It is over."