Torn : A Larry Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Not Very Happy Days:

An immense fear washed over me as I reached for my phone. Louis was still shaking, trying not to cry as we were continuously getting dozens of texts. Meanwhile I had no idea what was going on. I breathed in shakily as I unlocked my phone. Immediately I gaped at the screen. My hands were shaking so bad that I dropped it. "Is - is..." I grasped the counter for I was starting to feel dizzy, "Lou - is this... Is this true?"

"I wanted to tell you..." His eyes begged at me to not hate him, even though I could tell he hated himself. I picked up my undamaged iPhone and pressed play, wincing at what was to come. "Harry - don't do this to yourself."

"No. I'm watching this whether you like it or not." I turned around and walked towards the living room, leaving Louis to suffer on his own. I knew he had been ignoring me all day to torture himself, but I was too angry to think of anything other than the loading video.

I frowned at the screen as Louis' voice rang out, "So here we are, leaving Peru, joint lit, happy days." as he videotaped Zayn smoking. Tears started to form in my eyes as I angrily watched the innocent and cuddly Louis I know smoke weed. I couldn't believe what I saw. What I heard. The two of them kept swearing, kept blabbering about the police, "chicken in Chile", whatever in the world that was supposed to mean, complaining about our books, and overall craziness.

The hardest part was listening to how the most down to earth, kind, loving person I know talk like that. Do something like that - before a show as well. To know that person was supposed to always be there for me, always have trust in me - and then do this. I couldn't handle it.

Louis was still sitting at the counter with his head in his hands as I stormed past him and ran up the stairs. "Harry!" He whimpered, begging me to hear him out. I couldn't. I couldn't even look at him - how on earth would I be able to listen.

I slammed, face down, onto my bed as tears rolled down my face. I stayed like that for hours, trying to come up with a reason for why Louis would do this. Why he would do this to me. I heard him creep into the room around midnight and stop before lying down on his bed. I don't know if he knew I was awake then, but I doubt he knew I heard him tossing and turning the entire night. I doubt he knew I didn't get a minute of sleep without waking up with the image of him holding the joint in his hand and his voice ringing through my mind. I doubt he knew I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face, no matter how girly and childish crying was to me. I doubt he knew just how much his not telling me hurt me. If he did, he would've told me in the first place - right?

When I finally fell asleep it was 4. I woke 2 hours later to find the house empty once more. This time, I was relieved. I found his note on the kitchen counter and after reading it I wanted to so badly rip it to shreds.

'Thought you wouldn't want to see me...

So I'll see you tonight at the show.'

It was signed, Lou, as always, and I could tell he wanted to write more before the signature. There was nothing he could say though to explain why he hid this from me. What pained me the most was his kindness... At least now I understood why he was so aloof yesterday. I was probably better off just ignoring everyone and everything until I could sort my feelings out for myself. How I would get through tonight, I had no clue, but I would have to in the end, for the fans, if not myself.

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"Hello, Sunderland!" Liam's voice boomed through the speakers as thousands of fans screamed their lungs out. Honestly, I was somewhat surprised that almost the entire stadium was filled after the video went viral. It had been on news channels all over the world, magazines, gossip websites, everywhere. I stood by Niall and gave him a small smile. I'd spent the majority of the day with him and Liam - and Modest, sadly.