Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Two - Hanging by a Moment

Hanging by a Moment - Harry's PoV (( A/N: I've decided to name the chapters after the theme song of the chapter... so yeah.  Listen to Hanging by a Moment while reading this?(: ))

     I stared blankly at the ceiling, tossing a pillow in the air and catching it as I thought.  My eyes were pushed together into a permanent frown, thoughts clouding my already-foggy mind.  I didn't know what to do with Louis.  I've been here for nearly a week now, and he still refused to even talk to me.  I've been pretty much locking myself in my room, and I don't know why.  I guess I'm kind of just hoping that Louis will awake and jump into my arms like old times, but I know deep down inside that that's not what's going to happen.  I need to help him.  I need to make him see that he can trust me, no matter what.

My eyelids fluttered close, inhaling the warm summer air.  It was April, so it wasn't as hot as it would be in summer.  Actually... I glanced out my window to see that dark thunder clouds were rolling across the sky.  I sighed, flipping over onto my stomach and burying my face into my pillows.  Louis' terrified of thunderstorms... well, he was... I wonder if that's changed too.

I shook my head, pushing myself up off the bed and stumbling to my feet.  I wasn't going to just sit here and wait around for shit to happen.  Maybe I could call the boys' over?  I haven't seen them in a while.  With that thought in mind, I lept to my feet and trudged off down the stairs.  Louis had gone out earlier, so I didn't have to worry about being his target for the afternoon.  I slid my phone so it unlocked, dialing the familiar number and holding it to my ear as I rested my body against the counter.  After a few rings, a thick Irish accent filled the once-silent room.

" 'Ello?"

" 'Aye, Nialler.  You and the boys' wanna come over for a little?"  I offered, casually tapping my fingers against the wood.

"Err..."  He trailed off uncomfortably and I sighed, exasperated.

"He's not here, Niall.  He went out earlier; probably to some club or something."  I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, sure mate.  We'll be there in 30."  Then the line went dead and I clicked my phone off.

     "Harry!  Haven't seen you in centries."  Liam casted a grin large enough to split his face in two as he enveloped me into a desperate hug.  I retaliated immediately, wrapping my large arms around his bulky torso and smirking against his shoulder.

"Aw, you missed me, Lee?"  I cooed.  He pulled away, rolling his eyes and strolling off into the kitchen where Niall and Zayn had disappeared too.  Not too difficult to figure out why.

I licked my lips, bouncing in after him and clasping my hands together.  I couldn't wait to just hang out with the lads like old times, I just really missed Louis... he was usually the heart of the party, and always knew what to do.  There was never a dull moment with the Doncaster lad, and I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that we were all here without letting him know.  I mean... this is his flat.  Well, I suppose it's ours now?

"Haz?  Are you okay, mate?"  My head shot up, curls bouncing over my green eyes as I stared out from beneath my fringe at Liam.

"Huh?  Oh yeah, I'm erm fine."  I muttered, spinning around on my heels and heading into the living room.  My face was pressured into a frown as I swept my chocolate-coloured hair to the side; completely drowning in my own thoughts by now.

How could Louis had even gotten to be like this?  Why wouldn't he tell me?  I was his best friend!  I mean... I thought I was... until... until the accident.  I guess I wasn't his best friend, though - otherwise he would have told me what happened to him.  It couldn't be that bad, could it?  I would never judge him, anyway.  He's still my best friend and I love him.  No matter how he feels about me, I will always be there for Louis.  He's just--