louis;
harry. harry. harry.
that's all i could process in my head right now.
where is he? is he okay? god, i hope he's okay.
i know he's a grown man but i... i want him back.
all of this because of a dumbass friend who gets too drunk. stupid niall. stupid vodka.
stupid me.
"oh, harry! where the fuck are you?"
my phone starts ringing right as i was about to fall asleep.
oh, who am i kidding? i can't fall asleep without harry.
i quickly grab the phone.
"harry?" i ask, frantic.
"it's just me, mate. why're you all worried?" niall.
"this is all your fucking fault! he's gone because of you!"
"what are you talking about? where's harry?" i scoff.
"if you wouldn't have gotten drunk and kissed me, harry would still be here in our bed with me. but no! he's out and about all because of you!"
"woah, calm down mate-"
"shut up! i'm not your "mate" anymore. all because of you, the only person i actually care about is probably gone forever!"
i hang up and wipe the tears from my face.
harry. harry. harry.
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don't worry, it's not always going to be boring like this haha
i just wanted to get something other than the prologue up
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photograph; stylinson
Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] ❝When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."❞ or the one where harry runs away with a mere photograph of louis in his poc...
