Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

A/N It's a bit shorter, I apologize. Ive decided I will always post every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. And any other day if I can. Enjoy!

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Harry's POV

The door squealed from not being opened for so long. We stepped inside.

It was a pretty nice room, but the air was stale and everything was dusty. The walls were a pale white, and a bed with navy blue sheets on it was against the left wall. Louis walked around, biting his lip. There was a bottle of pills and an empty glass next to the bed. A black hairbrush with auburn hair in it lay on a dresser. Louis picked it up.

"She always said that she was too stubborn for the chemo to make her hair fall out," he murmured to himself.

"You really haven't been in here. Things are exactly the same," Liam whispered. He had tears in his eyes. Louis turned, tears pouring down his face.

"Go ahead and move in. Just don't expect me to step foot into here again!" he spat. He flew out of the room and into his own.

"It really is the exact same," Liam breathed, "That was her hairbrush. And those were her painkillers for her headaches. Her clothes are probably still in here also."

He pulled open a drawer of the dresser, and was confirmed that Aubrey's clothes were, in fact, still there.

"Probably still has stuff in the bathroom also," he muttered.

"What should we do with it?" I asked.

Liam jerked, apparently having forgotten that I was even there.

"I think we should just get rid of it. There's genuinely no point in keeping it, it's depressing. Uh, I guess lets clean this place up a little, then we'll put your stuff away," he mumbled.

"Listen, if you want to wait a while for me to move in...," I started.

"No, it's fine. It's just, Louis was right. Seven months and I still can't believe she's really gone," Liam sighed.

"Anyways, um, we should probably clean this room out," I said.

Liam nodded. For the next two hours, we removed the dust and Aubrey's things from the room, while there was a soft soundtrack of sobbing from Louis's room in the background. Liam helped me find sheets for the bed, and once they were done, I looked around. The feeling of sadness and abandonment was gone from the room. Now it looked like any other.

"What should we do with her stuff?" I asked.

"I think it's best if we just toss it. It won't do Louis any good to keep it around and I can't think of anywhere else to put it," Liam replied. We did so, and then went and watched the television for a while. Louis didn't come out once. Around 10:00 P.M, Liam stood and stretched.

"I should be going. Call or text me if World War III starts," he said.

I tried to laugh, but couldn't. Once Liam left, the flat was filled with a heavy silence.

I wanted to ask Louis if he was alright, but from what I had seen, figured that it wouldn't end well. I felt too uncomfortable to look around the other rooms, so I went back into my own. It was weird. I had been accepted into one of the biggest international bands, but I felt so upset. The mournful feeling in the flat was contagious.

I decided to call my mother.

"Harry! How did it go? Are you in the band?" she burst out when she picked up.

"Well, hello to you too, mum. Yes, I'm in!" I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"That's great! Oh, I'm so proud of you! And I know Gemma would be to," my mother cooed. I blinked. It wasn't often my mum talked about Gemma.