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Harry's POV
I closed the lid of my laptop and wiped my tears, Louis seemed perfectly happy with this 'Mikey' lad who he did his twitcam with. I put my laptop at the side of my bed and snuggled into my duvet more, I don't know how Louis can be so calm about this. When we were saying our last goodbye he acted as if he cared and was affected by it, yet he seems a completely new character. I could still see the tear stains around his eyes because I knew he had been crying, but he did well at disguising it.
"Harry sweetie," Mum said, knocking on my door.
"Mm." I mumbled, keeping my face buried in my duvet.
"You need to come and have some food please." I sighed, eating was the last thing I wanted to do but I knew I needed to do it.
"Be down in a minute." I replied, she shut the door and walked away, her feet padding along the floor. I shuffled out of bed and wrapped my arms around me, clinging onto Louis' top. I was pathetic for wearing it but I needed it for comfort, I was slowly breaking without him and this was the thing close enough to him. I remember when I first got this shirt, Zayn basically trapped me and Louis inside my house and he let me sleep in it. I laughed when I remembered the first incident with Niall and the shirt,
"Don't sit on that shirt!" I snapped, he picked it up and began examining it before grinning.
"This isn't yours Haz, who's is it?" He relied, raising his eyebrows.
"Mine." I snatched it from his hands feeling my cheeks heat up.
"It's not because it has All Time Low stitched on the right side of it!" He spoke before laughing, I turned the shirt around so the back was facing Niall and the logo was no longer on show.
"Erm, Harry. When did you go to see them on tour?"
"Never, I don't even like them." My eyes widened when I realised what I had just said, alongside realising that Louis' top was a tour top and Niall was eyeing all the dates and arenas on the back.
"Haz, mate. I knew it wasn't yours anyway, Mr Tomlinson had it on yesterday. I saw him with it on!'
I ran my fingers through my hair, I'd long to see Louis in this top again. I jogged down the stairs and stopped at the mirror in the hallway, cringing at the sight of myself. My hair was sticking up in different directions like usual, my eyes were red and puffy and my cheeks were stained from all the tears. I looked exhausted and sad, which was spot on how I felt. I pushed the door open and wandered into the kitchen, my mum smiled a small smile at me and set food down on the table. I took my seat and nibbled away slowly on my chips and gravy,
"Come on Harry, I know things are hard but you love this meal. Dad always used to cook it for you." I lowered my head as she mentioned my dad, he walked out on me and I wasn't prepared to relive the memories.
"M'sorry, I just feel awful." She took my hand in hers and stared at me sadly.
"It's scary you know, seeing you like this. I always thought I'd be comforting Gemma through these sort of things and you'd be out there chasing off the boy who hurt her, but she's a big strong girl and you're still my little baby." I rolled my eyes at her,
"I'm not a baby." She laughed and continued eating her dinner.
"Do you want to have the day off tomorrow too or are you okay to go in?" I shrugged my shoulders,
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