Postcards || Larry a.u. (boy x boy)

Part 3

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*WARNING: Cursing and talk of suicide in this chapter. You have been warned.

I woke up to a pounding on the bathroom door.

“Harry,” it was Paul, “it’s time to wake up. You all have an engagement to attend to this morning.”

I heard him just fine but he didn’t stop pounding or repeating himself until he got my response which was a stifled moan muffled by the tiles - moist with my mouth vapor.

“Come on, lad,” Paul sounded somewhat disappointed, “pull yourself together. Put on a good face for the fans if you can’t do so with us.”

Once I had gotten myself cleaned up, I unlocked myself from the bathroom, only to be greeted by a massive hug from Louis.

His touch sent surges of electricity through me.

I was too shocked to accept the hug or back away, so I simply stood there puzzled by what to do next.

He pushed my head down to his mouth and whispered, “I meant what I said last night. You’re my best lad. I don’t know how I’d function without you by my side.” He pulled away and stuck his hand out in front of me. “What do you say? Mates?”

I forced a stiff smile and nodded my head half-heartedly.

I’m not sure why, but what I did was good enough for him.

I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and die, but there was not a clean corner in this god-forsaken amusement park. Modest suggested we go to Disney Land while in California – or was it Disney World? I’m not quite sure, but the other lads were having a blast for some reason.

It was so horrid.

So many people in such a small place. Shouldn’t they be in school or doing something more productive? I thought Americans were known for their laziness, not lack of intelligence by going to an overpriced theme park on a Wednesday afternoon. I tried to imagine why Modest had driven us here, and then it occurred to me. They won’t have to explain why I look so downtrodden; the fans already know that I dislike amusement parks. I didn’t like Management, but you had to admit, they’re pretty fucking smart - annoyingly so.

As I trudged from attraction to attraction, Louis asked me if I would walk with him to get something to eat with him. I agreed, for all of the wrong reasons of course. Maybe there would be a bathroom to lock myself in until we were ready to leave this wretched country. What would I do once I got back though? Mum didn’t know. Robin didn’t know. Gem didn’t know. None of my close friends knew. Who would I vent out to?

 Louis and I stalked into what seemed as though it were the only air-conditioned place in the whole region.

“I’ve to go to the bathroom,” I said, trying to make a mad dash for the toilets when Lou grabbed me by the back of my shirt collar.

“Not until you help me pick out what I want!”

I groaned.

“Let’s see…” He was doing this on purpose. “Should I get something cold like ice cream, Hazz?”

Whenever he called me that, it brought tears to my eyes. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“I said I don’t fucking know!” My voice cracked. I trudged over to the corner of the shop.

I turned to see Louis ordering something and then glancing in my direction.

I took a seat in a comfortable looking booth and was drastically corrected when I almost slid out of the slick padding of the chair. Louis tiptoed over, careful not to aggravate me, and sat down in the seat across from me.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, reaching his hand out to try and touch me, but I jerked away.

“How do you know, how could you even let those words escape your lying mouth?” I spat, leaning forward. “You wouldn’t know what’s hard if it bit you in your fat arse. You don’t know how hard it is to love someone and to have them tell you that they don’t love you back. It’s even worse if it’s your best friend. You don’t know what it’s like to get hated everyday and your best friend - who has now revealed that he doesn’t love you – comfort you. It was you who brought me through each hateful night. It was you who kept me from getting the knife. But that’s just a huge joke to you, isn’t it? The only thing keeping me from getting one out right now is the fact that I haven’t said goodbye to the people who loved me first.”

I hadn’t noticed the new tears forming in his eyes on every word that I threw at him. “Harry…” He managed after a few moments of silence. “Please never say that - ever again - ”

“As if you fucking care!” I shouted loud enough for the rest of the shop to hear me. Anyone who hadn’t left already was now gone.

“It’s not like I knew you felt this way!”

“You shouldn’t have to…”

At that moment, Louis’ food was ready. The waiter set it on the table with a loud clang, trying to be quick about it.

Lou and I didn’t talk for the rest of the dreadful day.