Photograph (Larry Stylinson AU) ~COMPLETED~

My Flat

I slowly wake up, the sun shining in through the curtains, forcing me to open my eyes. I groan and close them again, turning over in bed. My arm lifts up and goes to wrap around Louis, but instead I hear this noise I've never wanted to hear. My hand hitting the mattress. That sound is the saddest thing I've ever heard. My eyes slowly open once again and stare ahead at the empty space. I hate this.

Mark didn't want Louis and I getting attached to each other again so he sent in people to box up all of Louis' things and move them to his own flat. I stayed in our room, under the blankets. I didn't want to believe it was happening. To be honest, I think I'm having a worse time dealing with it than Louis is. I know this might sound mean but, Louis has had tons of guys dump him before. He probably has a method to help himself get through it, right? And I know I'm a lot different compared to his last boyfriends because I actually love him, and I actually stayed and invited him in to live with me. I started a career with him. We shared everything, he was my boyfriend.. Was..

I stumble down the cold stairs and look around at my flat. It looked so different.. The pictures of Louis and I were gone, his chair was gone, his little football trophies, his shoes, his coat, his favourite food from the kitchen was gone, every trace of Louis ever living here was gone. Nothing left. I bet they cleaned the floors and the walls to get his finger prints off as well. I wouldn't be surprised.. I walk into the kitchen and see his tea pot gone as well. Jesus Christ..

Just then I notice something.. The silence. It's so quiet. Why? Because it's only me here. My eyes fill up with tears as I chance the word I'm about to say.

"L-Louis?" I call out, looking around in the process. I shutter at my own echo. "Louis!?" I yell louder than before, tears starting to run down my cheeks. "Louis, b-baby!? Baby, where are you?!" I scream, starting to run around the flat. I check every room, every closet, sitting down on the cold floor when I can't find him. "Boo.." I whisper to no one but myself.

I don't bother to wipe my eyes, I know I'm not going to stop crying. Last night before I went to bed, I remember not changing. I still have my jeans on.. I look down at my lap and reach into my pocket, taking the picture of Louis and I out. The day we first met.. When I look at this picture, I don't feel like I'm by myself. I feel like he's here with me. I smile the slightest bit at it then put it back in my pocket. I need to see him. I have to.

***

I don't want to get out of bed. Nope. Not moving. I've been through this way too many times, this can't be happening again.. Harry loves me, I know he does. I love him too.. I just thought it wouldn't happen with him.. That we'd break up I mean. This is weird, it's so quiet.. As regretful as this is, I want to hear my baby's snores. He's so loud and obnoxious but I could care less right now. I haven't slept, I've just been laying in bed the entire night, thinking about everything. I can't even imagine how Harry's feeling right now.. It's his first break up, I was his first boyfriend. And I know he wanted me to be his only boyfriend as well.

I eventually stand up and start to walk downstairs, staring blankly at everything around me. My things are here. Only my things. It looks so strange.. I walk around inspecting everything, a few tears falling as I slowly notice they left nothing to do Harry here. I look down and smile a little when I see I'm still wearing Harry's long droopy shirt. My hands bring it up to my nose, taking in the sweet sent of my boyfriends cologne.

I start to feel tears in my eyes, remembering the cuddle fight we had yesterday before we got called down to Mark's office. Harry had me pinned to the bed, both of us grinning like the idiots we are. He'd go to kiss me but kiss anywhere but my lips. He always does that.. Then when he finally gave in, our kiss was slow, long and passionate. It was one of our best kisses..