Don't You Remember - Larry Stylinson [boyxboy]

Chapter 11

"chapter 11" aka my shit chapter. ahhaha this is half flashback half present hahaha i appologize now for this.... i wrote it very quick and rushed it! I think you guys will really like chapter 12 though :) im workjing on it now and will post it later in the week :) xxxoxoxoxoxo 

Chapter 11

LOUIS’ P.O.V –December 2010

“Lou” Harry moaned from the other room. I smirked to myself, poor Haz has come down with the flu and doesn’t like being alone for more than 20 minutes. I scurried up the stairs holding the small cup of tea closely to my body, avoiding any spills.

“What’s wrong babe?” I watched Harry’s cheeks get hotter, turning a slight color of pink at the nickname I added, he’s such a goof.

“My throat is soo sore and I think I might get sick again…”

“I brought you some tea, that’ll help. I’ll go get some cough medicine and more crackers for that tummy of yours.” I set the tea on his nightstand and sat on the bed resting my hand on his head. I watched his eyes shut slowly, he drew in a breath and then lay still for a while, he must be asleep.

I got up making as little sound possible, this was probably the first time he’s slept for more than five minutes in the past two days.

I grabbed another bag of crackers and opened the medicine cupboard, failing to find what I was looking for. If I slipped out now while Harry was sleeping he probably won’t notice I was gone… but he can’t even get out of bed on his own anymore… I’ll have to check on him before walking out. But for now, I’m going to lie on the couch and enjoy the silence.

**

What in the fuck is disturbing me now. I am just about ready to have a fit, I haven’t been sleeping either. I opened my eyes to find myself on the couch, how long have I been asleep for?  Oh shit, Harry… I got up stumbling up the few stairs to where our bedrooms were. I was still half asleep bumping into everything possible on the way, my eyes will barely stay open. I passed by my room, heading straight for Harry’s he must still be out cold. Niall probably come over and is causing the noises.

When I walked in the room, Harry wasn’t where I expected him to be. Where I wanted him to be… instead he lay sprawled out on his bathroom floor covered in his own puke.  I walked over to his figure slowly, there was literally throw up all over the place… he was coughing uncontrollably now each time more chunks coming out his mouth.

“Haz, I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know you were up…” or puking your guts out for that matter…

He couldn’t respond, he just choked up more vomit, attempting to wave me off.

I walked over to him rubbing big circles on the base of his back, trying to sooth him as he spewed his insides, completely missing the toilet.

LOUIS’ P.O.V – present.

(A/N – so this is back to the story that last part was just a lil flashback type thing…. We are back to when Louis and harry are sleeping on the pull out couch bc their families are over.)

“Louis…”

I could have sworn I could hear harry whispering my name for the past three minutes… I don’t know why I don’t just turn over, or maybe respond, but I am here with every last limb frozen in place.

“Boobear.”

My nickname… it’s only been a few days, there’s no way he could remember right now… I wish Liam or Zayn or anyone was here right now. The thing I’ve wanted the most is now turning into a nightmare, I can’t speak.

Harry.

Is what my mind would reply, what my mind would scream back. But silence is the only response he got.

I parted my lids for a second, seeing the curly haired boy right there, beside me. He was quiet and didn’t say anything. He was sleeping the exact way he was before. The clock on the wall reads 3:04 am, which means I have been sleeping for a couple of hours now… he never said a word, it was all in my head…

It was only a dream.

**

I watched him pick at his food for another ten minutes. He doesn’t like my cooking… never has. He finally dropped his fork, turning his attention to me.

“So... you guys preform tonight huh?”

“No, it’s just a radio interview to let everyone know what happened. We do a concert in L.A tomorrow night.”

He nodded, understanding.

“You don’t have to eat that.”

 He smiled at me, actually fucking smiled, and brought his plate to the garbage. I tried to hide my growing grin at the sight of his dimple, asking, “You’re coming tonight right?”

“Yeah. Simon called early this morning, he said I have to go but I don’t have to say anything, I’ll probably just watch from the other room or something.”

 “Uh-huh, it’s a recording anyway we don’t have to go until later and they will play it tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He sat back at the table and watched me as I continued eating, his eyes never leaving the food that was being stuffed into my mouth. I felt almost piggish or self-conscious, something I’d never had to face with Harry. I just couldn’t shake the feeling of judgement as he studied my movements.

“You can, erm, turn on the television if you want…” I mumbled, wiping a crumb from the corner of my mouth and darting my eyes around the room. I felt my face heat up as he nodded.

“Um, yea, sure. What channels do we get?” He walked slowly over to the couch and plopped himself on the arm, picking up the remote and switching on the T.V.

“Whatever you want to watch, I guess,” I shrugged, feeling his absence at the table like a frosty breeze.

He chose a cooking show, perhaps as a hint seeing that my cooking wasn’t exactly to his liking, and then walked back over to the table and sat a seat nearer to me.

“..Dish is absolutely great if you’re having friends over and you don’t have enough time to prepare anything big...” The television was low in the background but all I could hear was his slow breaths next to me and his fingers drumming on the wooden table.

“So do you guys ever get nervous? … You know, like, doing interviews and stuff..?” he fiddled with his hospital bracelet, which he’d left on for one reason or another.

“Not really anymore, I suppose.” I didn’t know what else to say. I actually was pretty nervous, I’d never done an interview without Harry and I wasn’t interested in starting today.

“Did I?”

“You were the most comfortable,” I smiled softly, picturing his excited and lit up face before our interviews together.

“Oh, weird.”

But it wasn’t weird. THIS was weird, this strange Harry. A person I’d never met before but am still amazed by, who is still indubitably my best friend. I fought back the urge to tell him how much I missed him- missed how we got on- and stood up, rinsing my plate off in the sink and setting it on the counter.

“I’m gonna grab a quick shower,” I told him, gaining a nod, and turning to head to the bathroom.

“Hey, Lou?” I heard him call after me. I paused halfway down the hall, turning around.

“Ya?”

“Who’s Eleanor?”

My heart caught in my throat, sending a beat through my neck.

“Wh-what was that?” I stuttered. 

A/N that was to short for life. SORRY. NEXT CHAPTER WILL MAKE UP FOR IT. :D 

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