Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6: The Life He Lived

Zayn's Pov.

•Flashback

Liam and I sat at our local Starbucks, occupying one of the tables near the window. It was crowded and that's surprising, seeing as it was a Wednesday. Either people would be working, or in school, but not today. There were several conversations going on at once, making it a little complex when it came to focusing. Too many voices in my ear. Liam sat in the seat on the opposing side; hair in the style of a quiff. It would take some time to get use to this new style. His blue checkered shirt suited him well. It was one of my favorite looks on him. He took a sip of his coffee, then let out a rather pleasing sound as he lowered the cup from his mouth. The initial 'LN' was written on it and I couldn't quite figure out what the 'N' may have stood for.

"Liam?"

"Yes?" His eyes focused on mine, placing the cup down on the table.

"Do you think the boys would want to take a trip to Hawaii, one day?" My initial question was to ask about the letters on his cup; however, I choked up, at the last minute, and switched it.

"I think so. It would be nice to have a little get away." A smile appeared in the corner of his mouth and I returned the gesture.

•End of flashback

Sadly, that trip never happened, though we did travel to several other places. I stood in the backyard, mind caught up in the clouds. Winter had really taken a tole, this time around, and my mum asked if I could scoop the snow up and move it off the lawn. Nothing has served as a great distraction, thus far; my mind is always wandering all over the place, going back to those beautiful, peaceful days. I was missing Niall, Louis, and Harry more than ever, at this point.

I proceeded to take off my gloves and coat, since I started having hot flashes, then sat on the porch. The bottle of water my mom gave me earlier came in handy. I was not only exhausted, physically, but mentally as well; it's hard to make certain transitions. To go from being this shy guy from Bradford, to being a member of one of the most successful, popular bands; from gaining friends to losing some. It's not easy and I wasn't sure if it would ever be. Whenever Louis and Harry call, I put on this front as if I'm really happy and doing well; however, I've been knocked more steps back than what I've taken forward.

"Zayn?" I turned around to find my mom in her robe, assuming she just had awakened. Her hair was in a messy bun and her house shoes were hanging half way off of her feet.

"Yes, mum?"

"I need you to go into town and pick up a few things at the grocery store. I'm making your favorite tonight." She shot me a smile; I appreciated the gesture. And by favorite, she meant Alfredo.

"Okay." I returned the smile, dusted my gloves free of the dirt and snow, then made my way into the house.

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Louis' Pov.

"Lou, I can't decide what to wear!" I stood at the kitchen counter, preparing me a fix of Yorkshire tea. I heard Harry's calls from upstairs; wasn't the first complaint this morning, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

"Harry, just keep looking! You have a closet full of clothes." I yelled back. I heard him let out a grunt, then the flat fell silent. About an hour ago, Liam's mom came to retrieve a few of his things, such as: any childhood photos he kept, jewelry, personalized-knitted clothes she made for him. Things of that nature. Harry and I decided today would be a good day to start on the bucket list; I've have several doubts of the idea, but a part of me wanted to experience this. Maybe it'll bring some excitement into our lives and maybe it'll make Harry happy enough to not leave my side. I don't think I would be able to bare another leave.