Unknown ~Larry Stylinson✔️

7

They stand there in silence for a while just looking at each other, letting the words that left Louis mouth sink in. Harry don't really know what to say, he doesn't know what to do when someone tells you that they didn't actually write their famous book.

"You mean like a ghost writer?" Harry asks after a while, remembering hearing rumours about Youtubers that released books.

"I don't know if it counts as that or not if I'm honest." Louis laughs a little, not like a happy laugh more like one of those sad laughs when you remember something sad and you can't really control your feelings.

He walks over to a door that leads to the backroom where he spent so many hours while getting ready to sign books. He knows it like a second home.

"I used to think it wasn't really a problem, but lately everyone seems to think I'm the bad guy." He turns on the light in the small room, it's nothing special. Just a few chairs and tables where the staff could eat lunch.

"Who wrote it?" Harry doesn't know if it's really an appropriate question to ask, but he doesn't really care. Louis is opening up to him and he doesn't really know why. Louis doesn't know either if he is being honest.

Maybe it's the fact that Harry is just a stranger, after tonight they probably never see each other again.

"My sister."

"Lottie?" Harry remembering the blonde girl from earlier.

"No... Félicité or as we always called her, Fizzy."

Harry doesn't know what to say now, he doesn't know much about Louis but the way he says her name makes it pretty clear that it's a touchy subject.

"May I?" Louis reaches his hand towards Harry, he understands what Louis is talking about. The book he is still having in his hand, he is holding it so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He didn't even realize how tight his grip was before he lets it go and his hand aches a little.

Harry looks at Louis who opens it, the way his hands are moving so carefully with the book makes the moment even more delicate than it was before.

Something about the silence and the way it's only them there makes this moment so precious, it's them against the world.

It's not the same feeling like in the aquarium but somehow this moment feels like more of an adventure than that. It's a moment that you won't be able to tell anyone about, it's just too delicate to be able to explain.

"I'm Fizzy, a normal eighteen years old and this is my diary, so if you're reading this right now then that means I'm dead. Either something really tragic happen to me, or I did it to myself." Louis is reading it really quietly, almost like a whisper and if it would have been more people around Harry probably would have missed it.

He sounds so fragile when he reads it, he doesn't continue reading after that. He just stops letting the impact of the words hit, the words that he decided to go through with publishing.

The younger boy is at a loss for words, not sure what to say, not sure what's appropriate to even say in this situation.

He knows that it means, but somehow it's really hard to take in even though it's there on paper... black on white.

"How fucked up aren't I... I published my dead sister's diary for the whole fucking world to read."