Love in a Photograph -A larry stylinson fanfic

Chapter 15

Louis's POV

To be honest, I don't know if I want to find him. I'm curious to know why he winked at me. But that's not the reason why I want to find him. I guess it does seem like a waste of time to go all out to find him, but I feel like I have to. But it kind of feels out of reach, him being sort of famous and all. Why did I even agree to go to this concert? I'm worrying so much about him when I should be focusing on getting my grades up so I can stay in the team.

All this thinking has me worn out, so I decided to do something I usually never would do. I decided to go take a stroll in the park. I just need to get away from everything right now. From family, school, sports, and him.

I don't even tell my family anymore if I'm going out, why would it even matter? They wouldn't care anyways.

As I walk through the park, I feel the cool air hit me. I take a seat in a bench, far away from everyone else. I stare at the sky, and just watch the clouds move. I sigh, because I don't even know what to do anymore. So I just get up, but as I head back, I bump into someone. I didn't even look up to see who he was or even bothered to apologize.

I kept going until he stopped me, by saying, "Excuse me?"

I didn't even turn around,  I just kept walking.

"Hey...you dropped something...."

His voice sounded familiar, and I don't know why I turned around, even though I knew I didn't drop anything.

"Ha, made you look!" He joked. I gotta admit, even though he was trying to get my attention, it worked.

"So, what do you want?" I wanted to know, when I noticed it was him, Harry.

"I just..." he paused for a moment as if to examine me. "Can I ask what your name is?"

"What for?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Louis," I answered confused, not knowing why he cared.

"I'm Harry, "

"I know, I saw you in concert,"

"Oh, so your a fan?"

"I wouldn't call myself that,  my girlfriend actually made me go."

"Oh," he said,  sounding somewhat disappointed. He had his hand tucked into his pocket, as if looking for something.

All of a sudden, another guy, that looked like he was around his same age, came rushing in and panicked, "Harry it's time to go, the place is about to get crowed," and without looking at me, he dragged him out.

He dropped something, but he didn't notice. He was probably confused as to why the other one was taking him out. When I picked it up, I noticed it was a photo of a young child. I tried to give it back, but he was long gone.  When i looked closer at the picture, I recognized it was me.