11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 38

(Andrew Belle- In my veins)

-Louis’ P.O.V-

I was lying on my bed watching Netflix when I heard my phone ring. I didn’t even bother to check who it was but I just picked it up.

“Hello?” I asked

“L-L-Louis,” I could tell it was Harry “Victoria died, I-I need you.”

He was crying and he was trying to catch his breath. I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad for him but I felt like he deserved it.

“Deal with it.” I said and shut the phone.

Fuck I was being too harsh. Who knew how sad Harry was. His child’s mother had died and he was sad. Wait, wait, wait. If Victoria died then Harry had to raise the child alone. Woah. I realized what a dick I was. I looked down at my hands. They were all clammy and my arms were full of scars. I got up and looked in the mirror. I looked like a fucking hobo. I had deep circles under my eyes.

Harry needed me. I had to do something about it. I was going to go to Harry and I was going to help him.

What the fuck. I buried my face into my pillow and started screaming my lungs out. I stopped and looked up. I kept crying.

-Harry’s  P.O.V-

~1 week later~

I didn’t know how to handle this fucking situation. I was raising a fucking kid all by myself. I called her Nicole. She was beautiful. Brunette like me and blue eyes like Victoria. But still. I wasn’t getting any fucking sleep and I looked like a zombie. I never thought that this was going to be so fucking hard.

I called Louis.

“Don’t go. I can’t do this on my own.” I said

“You got yourself in this mess. Now deal with it. You have to learn your lesson.” He said. I hated him. I hated him but I loved him. How could he be so cruel. I’d show him. I’d show him that I could do this on my own, and he wasn’t the only one who could keep me up.

“Fine.” I said and for the first time in nine months I cut him off before he would. I was shocked. I felt proud. I felt powerful.

I wasn’t getting sleep. I wasn’t eating. I wasn’t showering. I was depressed. I was sick. I couldn’t stand Louis’ bullshit anymore. If he wanted to stay with me, fine. If he didn’t, still fine. I didn’t care. I would prove him that I didn’t need him. I could do this by myself.

~5 hours later, 7pm~

After three hours I managed to put Nicole to bed. Thank fuck. Some time to myself. Maybe I could jerk off a bit. I was sitting on the couch and I pulled down my jeans slowly. My dick lying on top of my belly. I started rubbing it. Nothing. I went harder and harder with images in my mind and still nothing.

The doorbell rang. Shit. I pulled up my pants and ran to the door. Liam.

“Hey.” He said and walked in with no invitation even though I’d let him in.

We both walked into the living room and we sat on the couch. He looked at me and studied me for about five minutes and it got awkward because he was just staring and he didn’t say a word.

I opened my mouth trying to break the silence but he got me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Yeah. Tired of not being good enough, tired of trying and not getting credit, tired of getting put down, tired of being ignored, tired of backstabbers, tired of crying, tired of insecurities, tired of being unconfident, tired of living by myself, tired of being tired. Just tired, that’s all.

I smiled a weak smile at him but I knew I could never pull that off with Liam.

“I’m gonna tell Niall to come in here with you and help you. You can’t keep going on like this.” He said and I wanted to argue with him but I couldn’t because I didn’t have the strength. Plus this would be a good opportunity to show Louis that he wasn’t the only one I could rely on.

I nodded weakly and Liam patted my back. My eyelids started getting heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.

-Liam’s P.O.V-

The boys were getting sick. I could tell. Harry was tired. Louis was depressed. I wanted to help them but I didn’t know how to.

I got up from the couch Harry was sleeping on and I went to the kitchen. I pulled out my cell phone and called Niall.

“Niall?”

“Yeah?” he answered

“Can you come to Harry’s and help him? He’s really tired and he needs help around here.”

“I’ll pack my stuff.” He said and without any other word he cut me off. I was thankful of Niall. I owed him even though this wasn’t my situation.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

Zayn called me and told me that Niall was living with Harry now. Hah. He was just trying to make me jealous. It’s not going to work. I told myself trying to make me feel better.

It worked. He made me jealous. He made me furious. He made me so mad, I grabbed my keys, went out the door and drove to Harry’s place.

I knocked on the front door. Niall opened it with a baby girl in his hands. She was beautiful and I was envious. She had dark hair and her eyes. Her eyes. I couldn’t miss those eyes anywhere. Those eyes looked like Victoria’s. Her funeral was tomorrow. I wasn’t even invited.

“Hey Louis.” He said. I didn’t answer and I just ran in to the living room with no invitation where Harry seemed to be watching TV.

“What the fuck!?!” I yelled. He smiled as he turned around.

“What?” he asked with that fucking smirk on his face.

“You’re going out with Niall huh? I love you. I wanna move back in with you.” I said sounding dominant.

“Well I don’t wanna move in with you. I asked for you. I begged you. I wanted you. You lost your chance Louis.”

“I wanna make it up to you.” I said

“Where were you when I needed you the most?” he asked and I just shrugged because I didn’t know what else to say. He broke the silence between us.

“Do you know what I want now?” he asked but I didn’t wanna reply. It was too tempting and I gave up.

“What?” I asked

“I want you to leave.” He said pointing to the door and I stared at him. I start walking towards the door, hoping that he would run after me like the movies. But this wasn’t a movie, this was real life and he didn’t run after me.

He slammed the door behind me and before I walked to my car I just stared at the sky. I was lost in my thoughts. I shook my head. Tears started flooding.

I jumped in my car and drove to a gas station. I called Zayn.

“I’ll be there in ten.” He said. And while I waited for him I thought, I was on the verge of misery. I was depressed. It was all Harry’s fault.

When Zayn arrived I drove us to a park and we sat there on the grass.

“I want him back Zayn.” I said as I looked up at the sky and remembered when I came here once with Harry. The day we got back together. The day we went to the pub and got into that fight with those dicks that called me a faggot. That night we had sex. That night that he told me that he loved me.

“Yeah. He wanted you too.” He said and interrupted my flashbacks.

“Maybe he’s just playing hard to get.” I said and continued “I told him that I love him but he doesn’t believe me.”

Zayn didn’t reply for a bit and I knew he was arguing with himself whether he should say what he was thinking or not. I nodded giving him the approval he wanted and he looked at me in the eyes very seriously and he was really convincing.

“You don’t have to tell him. You have to show him.”