Larry One Shots

Please come back.

Standing there, at the graveyard, his hands on the cold marmor of the stone, all the memories of that night came back. It was his second time at the grave after the funeral and he already regretted it. Harry collapsed on the grass that covered him as the memories shot through his head, those memories of the worst night of his life, the memories he never could escape.

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The annoying noise of Harry's phone. Again and again and again. "HARRY GO GET THE FUCKIN PHONE DEAR LORD" Harry heard Niall groan from downstairs. The Irish lad always slept over when Louis spent the evening with Eleanor. Harry groaned too and rolled out of his bed lazily, his legs tangling with his blanket. He snatched his phone from the bedside table and answered it. "Whazzup?" He mumbled, his voice thick and his accent strong. "Harry Styles? Here's Doctor Fray." Harry was suddenly wide awake. "Doctor!?" He whispered. "Are you Louis Tomlinson's fiancé?" Harry nodded but then remember he was on the phone. "Yes" he answered. "Well uhm Mr Tomlinson is in our hospital. Ms Calder told us to call you" Harry sucked in air sharply. "What happened. Is he okay?" Harry hurried into his bedroom and quickly threw on some clothes as he usually slept naked. "I'm coming" Harry promised.

"Harry mate what the hell?" Niall asked sleepily as Harry rushed past him. "Stay here I'll call you" Harry said and smashed the door shut behind him.

Harry rushed through the streets, not bothering with speed limits or traffic lights. When he entered the hospital parkinglot he cut the engine off and ran towards the hospital, not even locking his door. He hit his foot on the counter but didn't even flinch. "WHERE IS HE?! WHERE CAN I FIND LOUIS?" He yelled desperately. "Sorry I don't know who you are talking about. Please calm down a little, Mr" the woman behind the asked politely. Harry took a few deep breathes and then, his voice low but shaking, asked again "My name is Harry Styles. I'm looking for my fiancé Louis Tomlinson." "Louise?" the woman asked. "NO DAMMIT LOUIS. HE IS A BOY I AM A BOY SO WHAT? WHERE CAN I FIND HIM NOW?!" homophobic people is the last Harry could need in his situation. The woman turned pale and then blushed. She typed a few words on her computer and then said "ICU, straight ahead and then left twice. But I don't think you can see him now. Miss Calder seems responsive though" Harry mumbled a quick Thank you and hurried towards Louis.

A doctor stopped him as he was about to burst into the room with the sign saying 'Calder, Eleanor'. "Sorry but we can't let you in there" he smiled kindly. Harry took a few deep breathes to keep calm "I'm sure Ms Calder wants to see me. I'm Harry, tell her Haz is here" The doctor sighed but nodded and then a few minutes later Harry got permission to enter Eleanor's room. "El holy shit what happened?!" He bursted out at the sight of the girl's scratched and bruised face and the bandages all over her body. "He was driving...I was shotgun...blood...so much...blood...and...he was crying and then everything went black and when I woke up he wasn't there HARRY IF HE DIES IT'S ALL MY FAULT" Eleanor sobbed. Harry bent down and hugged her carefully, even though he was panicking and the tears were still streaming down his own cheeks. "Did they say anything? How is he where is he?" He tried to keep a calm voice so he wouldn't upset her. "He..he is in the OR..they're tryin to fix him I think but..." Harry broke down next to her bed and burried his face in his hands. "I am so sorry.." Eleanor whispered and stroke his curls gently. Harry hiccuped and then looked at her. "It's not your fault El...he...he will make it. He is a fighter. A survivor."

Just then the doctor entered the room. "Ms Calder, Mr Styles" he nodded at the both of them. Harry and Eleanor turned pale. "Mr Styles, I need to talk to you. About your fiancé."

Harry's heart skipped a few beats but then he got up and followed the doctor outside.

"Maybe you want to sit down?" He asked but Harry shook his head. The doctor sighed. "Well Mr Styles. Mr Tomlinson was involved in a car crash due which he got his rib cage broken and completely smashed and a cerebral hemorrhage. We tried to put his ribs back together but some splitters had hit his heart and sadly we couldn't do anything to save him. I'm sorry for your loss, Mr Styles." Harry stood there, staring at the doctor and refusing to believe a single word he said. "Louis...Lou he he isn't dead. No. NO HE ISN'T YOU ARE LYING TO ME" He gasped for air his fingernails digging deep in the skin of his own arm.

"Sadly I am not. I'm terribly sorry but the wounds were too bad, we tried everything" Harry had troubles breathing by now, his whole world was shattering around him. His heart clenched, there was a loud hissing in his ears and his sight was blurry, the world spinning around him. He breathed too fast and still he couldn't get air, it was like a cold hand wrapping around his heart and ripping it out slowly.

"I...I...he...he can't be gone. He would never leave me without...saying goodbye..." his voice broke and then he collapsed on the cold and clean hospital floor.

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BACK TO NOW

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Harry slowly opened his eyes, overwhelmed by how fresh the pain still was. "You promised..you promised you'd never leave me" he whispered, knowing that Louis couldn't hear him. "Louis I...I miss you so much...I miss waking up next to you and hearing your laugh and...I miss what we could have had. Our wedding remember? It...it would have been today...and now...you're here...and I am here with you...but without you...this should be the best day of my life Louis...I miss everything about you...I need you, light of my life. Do you know how it feels when your only light gets switched off? Without a warning? Louis you...you took my heart with you and I can't live without my heart...come back please..." Harry sobbed and burried his face in the grass. "I love you Louis...come back to me" he whispered before kissing the cold stone that had replaced the love of his life one last time. Then he curled up in a ball on the grave, throwing a blanket over him and the dead body 6 feet under him. "I will stay with you tonight..."

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A/N: This is dedicated to Maria :) aka @larry_stylinson_1d_ on ig y'all should follow her :)