Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Twenty One-Things Overheard

I am a complete idiot.

Louis has been avoiding me since the 'incident', and when I try to talk to him, he makes up some crummy excuse then runs away.

Yes, one time he did actually run away from me.

I grumble around the house in just my boxers. The boys don't care, and I faintly remember not minding being nude around them before the accident... So whatever.

Except for Louis. I just feel... I don't know. I don't like to be in the same room as him when I'm so... Bare.

"Harry?" I hear Louis asks, walking into the kitchen, where I'm leaning over the counter.

"Hi." I say, not looking up at him, feeling my cheeks turn red.

I can feel his stare burning into my bare back, but I can't look at him.

"Did you want something?" I ask, knowing that from where I'm standing, I'm not blocking anything but an empty counter.

"Um.. No, never mind." He says.

"Lou-" I turn, but he's already gone.

Shit.

I always manage to fuck things up.

Why can't I just remember something about Louis? Anything?

The dreams have been getting more frequent, as well as more... Rated R.

I feel my body trembling at the thought of the far too realistic dreams. Oh, how I wish they were true.

I grab a bowl, filling it with milk and cereal before leaning back against the counter.

I can hear a few voices down the hall way as I finish my cereal, placing the bowl silently into the sink.

I sneak over so I can see the two boys sitting in the living room chatting without being seen myself.

"-doing alright?" Zayn asks.

"I don't know." Liam sighs. "I think he's getting worse. He won't eat anymore."

"Well, what can we do?"

"I don't know, Zayn."

"So, what exactly did he say happened?"

"He wouldn't tell me." Liam sighs. "All I know is, each day, Louis gets worse. Whatever they said to him..."

"Li, it's fine."

"Zayn, he won't talk to me anymore! Not since he found out about Niall and I! It just makes him remember things about him and-"

"I know, Liam. Calm down." Zayn says, and I see him reach out and pat Liam on the shoulder.

"No, Zayn, you don't know! Not even I know!" Liam sobs. "I can't say anything to Niall, because I don't want to make him feel bad. We all know he'll start to blame himself..."

"You mean, like you're doing to yourself right now?" Zayn asks.

"But Zayn, it's not the same. Niall is-"

"What? He's just as strong as the rest of us. And all three of us need to be here for Lou right now."

"Zayn.."

"I'll go talk to Louis. Maybe he'll tell me what's going on, yeah?"

"Alright."

"Kay, Li. I'll talk to him in a bit. Meanwhile.. I need a shower."

I run silently back to the kitchen, pretending to be busy with myself as Zayn walks in.

"Harry?" He gasps. "W-what are you doing in here?"

"Juice." I smile, lifting my full glass of orange juice as the fridge swings shut.

"Oh, right." He says, with a forced smile, before turning and walking away.

Well... That was awkward.

Although, it did prove to some of my conclusions that I had been making in my mind. Most leading to...

What secret is this band.. Or world, keeping from me?