L: Harry!?
H: hi Louis
L: u ok?
H: not bad. U?
L: I'm great now I'm speaking to u 😁😁😁
H: why do u want to speak to me?
L: I like you. You're interesting
H: I'm not.
L: where do you live? We really should meet up.
H: I can't. I can't go out
L: why?
H: I don't want to say.
L: ok. I won't push you. How about facetime?
H: sorry. No. I have to go. Bye.
L: Harry!
L: Harry please don't go.
I wish I knew what is wrong with him. He must be ill.
H: Louis
L: hey
H: I'm sorry
L: what for?
H: I want to tell you. About me.
L: ok. What's up?
H: can I call you?
He wants to talk to me? That's good. I'm desperate to hear his voice. But what if he tells me something bad? Here goes...
L: sure
My phone rings and my heart feels like it will stop beating.
I accept the call.
"Hi Harry." I said.
I hear him breathing on the other end. Then he speaks, his voice shaky, nervous.
"H-hi Louis." He whispered. He sounds so young and shy.
"Are you ok?"
There's hesitation on his part. The silence seems to drag on.
"I... I'm ill." he says finally and my heart drops.
"Oh... I'm sorry Harry. Can I ask what's wrong?" Please don't let it be anything serious, I beg silently.
Again...he hesitated. I fear the worst.
"It's cancer Louis. I have cancer." He sounds broken.
"Oh god. I'm so sorry. You don't have to tell me anymore, if you don't want to. I know I'm virtually a stranger. But I'm here if you do want to talk." I say, trying to keep my composure.
"I think I'd like that. I'm sorry I was an arse when you first texted me. Nobody ever talks to me. It was just odd." He said, I can tell he's crying.
"No need to be sorry. As long as you don't think I was being a creep?"
"No. Not much!" He laughed, then sniffed, obviously still crying.
"My phone is always on Harry. You want to talk or text, just go ahead."
"Thank you Louis. I have to go now. I'm tired. I'll text you later."
"Ok. You take care. Bye."
"Bye." He hung up and I looked at my phone. I wiped my own tears away.
Finally I know what's wrong. He has cancer! Bloody cancer! Why do good people always get cancer? It's just not fair.
I go about my day, not being able to stop thinking about Harry.
I wonder what he looks like. I wonder what he does all day.
I want to be his friend.
He sounds so lonely and sad.
I really like him....a lot.
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Forever Young (Larry Stylinson)
Fanfiction"Harry? Are you ok?" I asked, groggily, rubbing my tired eyes. "L-Lou!" He stuttered. Shit. "What's wrong? Tell me please." He sniffled. "S-Sorry to wake you." "It's ok. I told you, you can call me anytime." He was silent for a moment. "I... I'm sca...
