Lost in your eyes (Larry Stylinson fan fiction)

Chapter 3: Confused

Sorry I haven't had time to update. Still don't know where I'm going with this story, guess we'll find out(: Enjoy ~~

Louis POV

***** Before the incident

I stopped outside the door to Eleanor's flat. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I went to my favorites and clicked on his name. 

Please don't pick up. Please don't pick up. Please don't let this be the one time you actually answer the phone. Please don-

"Hello?" Harry's voice came out of the speaker on my phone. I paused, unsure of what to say. I was planning on just leaving a message.

Should I just hang up? 

"Hello." He said again, a little more agrivated this time. 

"Harry. I was planning on getting the answering machine, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I don't know if I'll be home tonight, so don't wait up. Okay?" I tried to say as calmy as possible. I didn't want him to know that I'm a mess on the subject of him right now. 

"Oh. Okay." He responded, then I hung up. 

Hearing his voice created a pain in my chest. I ignored it and put my phone away.

I walked into Eleanor's flat. My mind was a mess, my heart was racing, and I was about to burst into tears. I was a wreck. 

I used the spare key she had given me to get into her flat. She was in the kitchen making some sort of soup it smelled like. She had books laid out on the table, and beside the books was her favorite starbucks mug. 

"Hey babe." I mumbled as I took off my shoes and shut the door.

She smiled at me, "Oh hi honey. JUst making some supper, you want some?" She asked as she held up a bowl and a ladel full of chili. I shook my head and pulled out a chair at the table to take a seat.

I looked at all the books and papers she had laid out while she got herself a bowl of chili. I picked up a notebook and flipped through the pages, glancing at her flawless hand writing. She moved some books and places her bowl on the table and took a seat. She placed the napkin on her lap and began gracefully eating her chili. She was so delicate as she ate it, not spilling a drop. She only grabed enough to fill part of her small spoon, and she never made any noise when she ate.

I put the notebook back down and smiled at her. "How's school been?" I questioned.

She held up a finger while she finished chewing. Then she began her story, "Well it wasn't too bad today, until I got to my second class. The teacher in their is a jerk. He had informed us that our exam wasn't until the following friday, but he decided to give it a week early.." She continued on with her story, but I was lost in my thoughts.

Why did Harry kiss me. We are just friends. He knows I have a girlfriend. Is Harry gay? Does he think I like him? I don't like boys. I like girls, like Eleanor. Oh, she's still talking.

I tuned back into her story, "...so I looked at Shelly. You remember her?" She didn't even pause for me to respond, "She sits beside me and we get together sometimes. So anyway, she felt the same way I did..." 

Harry doesn't talk this much when we're together. He actually lets me talk. Harry can always make me laugh. And the way his little dimples appear when he smiles..... Wait. I mean, I like Eleanor's hair and how wavy it is. But Harry's hair is curly and smells of strawberries and it's so fluffy. His hair just bounces back into place. I mean, Eleanor is beautiful. I like girls. I don't have feelings for Harry.  But that kiss... I wasn't expecting it at all, but it just felt so right. I never thought of Harry like this before. But I like girls. That's why I'm here, with Eleanor. Oh shit. Harry. I left him and he looked completely broken. How could I just leave him without saying anything. I just needed to leave to clear my head though. I really should go back and talk to him. He needs me. What if he does something stupid while I'm gone? What if he is completely broken right now and he does something he regrets. I can't lose him. 

I looked up at Eleanor as she concluded her story. I smiled at her, "Sorry sweetie, but I have to go." I announced as I stood up to leave.

I walked over to the door ad began putting on my shoes. I looked up to see Eleanor standing beside me smiling with her keys in hand. 

"Where are we going my dear?" She asked as she waited for me to slip on my toms. 

"Uhm. I was actually planning on going, alone. I just need to talk to someone." 

"Well I'm sure they'll understand if I come along. I missed you too much to let you leave. Guess you'll just have to take me with you." She giggled in a childish tone.

"Well this is kind of a personal thing, and I'd rather go alone. I'll come back later tonight though babe." I told her as I opened the door and prepaired to leave.

"Well we're in a relationship so we're supposed to be together all the time." She said in her sing song childish voice as she smiled and grabed my hand. 

I fought the urge to push her away and just leave. It was quiet for a few secconds as we exited the building, but as soon as we got outside she began talking again. 

I stared at the ground as we walked and I tooned her out.

What am I going to say to him? Why is she still with me. Why can't I just talk to him on my own? Is she still talking?

I paused my thoughts long enough to know that she was still talking, and hadn't noticed that I wasn't paying attention. 

Do I really even like her? Of course I do. She's beautiful, and smart. I always dated girls who were like her, but it never felt right. I never knew anything else though, so I continued to date these girls, until I met him.

Harry was perfect, the best friend I could ask for. Things between us were always easy. I could talk to him about anything, and he would listen. He was also a great cuddler. Eleanor is better though, actually she's not. She doesn't even like to cuddle, but Harry does. 

Do I even like Eleanor? I'd rather be with Harry most day. I really need to stop thinking so much. 

Eleanor had moved on to a new story.

His eyes are a perfect green, not too dark, and not too light. His hair is bounncy and full of life. I feel so safe in his arms. His smile makes my heart skip a beat. His dimples. The way he talks so deep and slow. The way he looks when he wakes up in the morning. There are so many little things I enjoy about him. I think.... no.. I like girls.... do I? I think... I think.. I have to tell him.

I heard the sound of car tires screaching and I looked up/. I saw the curly haired boy with the green eyes walking across the street. His hand was reaching up to wipe his eyes, and then it happened. 

Harry.

I saw the car turn the corner and smash into him. The car whirled into the bushes and then stopped. His body lie in a crumpled heap on the street. 

I released the girls hand and began to run towards the boy. I didn't want my fears to be true.

I ran up and cradled his head in my arms as tears flowed down my cheeks. 

There was blood, lots of blood. He had a large scrape across his face. I placed my ear almost on his lips. I could feel a small puff of breath come out.

He's breathing. He's alive.

The driver had gotten out of her car and called 911. She told me they were on their way. 

I just sat there and held Harry in my arms and cried. 

I leaned down towars his ear and whispered "I love you Harry, please don't leave me. I need you."

His breathing was getting slower. I could hear the ambulance getting near. 

I whispered to him again, "They're almost hear Harry. Stay strong love. I love you so much Harry. Don't leave me." 

A tear came escaped my eye. It slowly rolled down my cheek, then gently droppen onto his lips.

"I love you." I whispered on last time, as they loaded him into the ambulance and took him away.