11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

I woke up in an alley not far from our house. My house. It was my house now. I felt dizzy and I almost fell when I got up on my feet. After a few minutes, when I finally felt like I could get up again, I did. My legs were shaking but I had to get home. Nicole was there. Fuck, I had let her there all night. I ran as fast as I could and when I arrived home I called Zayn.
“Hello?”

“Zayn. Can you come over and pick up Nicole and keep her for awhile? I don’t feel well.”

“Sure bro, I’m coming.”

This was probably the worst time of my life. No. It was the worst time of my life and I didn’t know how much more I could take this never ending misery.

~1 hour later~

The doorbell rang. Zayn. I got up and ran to the door with Nicole in my hands.

“How are ya Lou?”

I gave him a look.

“Right. Well I’ll take Niccy now. I hope you’re doing well.” He said and kissed my forehead as he walked towards his car. Alone again.

I had never felt so lonely in my whole life. I could feel my heart become a vacant cave with just the disconsolate echo of a love irrevocable. It hurt when five words found in three days befell and reiterate’s through my mind. It hurt because love is a conscience being, concealed impalement by beauty, a cascade of fear and elation and now that harry had left me, I would search for him at the bottom of a vodka bottle at the “please leave your message” of 4 missed calls, at the deafening silence of 3 unanswered texts, at the choking pain of 2 cigarettes and the indescribable pain of being alone again.

I would literally do anything just to hear Harry’s voice again. Anything. So, I called his celphone. It was upstairs.

“Heyyy this is Harry! I love you. Leave your message after the beep-”

And there it was. His voice. So beautiful and lovely. I called him again. There was the message again. I called him five other times and heard his voice five other times. The noise of the phone ringing upstairs was annoying me. I got up and ran upstairs. The phone was still ringing. I opened it.

“Hello?” I could hear myself on the other celphone line.

“Harry?”

“Harry come back! Come back to me you piece of shit! Come back right now!”

I threw the phone across the room. I grabbed the pillow on the top of my bed and buried my face into it. I felt something hard in the pillow cover. A key. The key Harry gave me. I wiped the tears across my face and my hands were shaking. What was this key for?

I put it in my back pocket for later.

“Harry you broke my heart. Look at me. Look at me! Look at what you’ve done! I don’t know why… but I still crave your arms around my waist…” I said while crying “and your soft voice, telling me it was going to be okay, when you’re the reason why I’m not.”

I fucking attached myself to him. I promised I wouldn’t but it got harder to resist, the temptation of kissing every speck on his delicate body. I love you Harry. I love you. God I fucking love you.

I had forgotten how to breathe. Not hearing the room echo with his laugh and knowing that he was gone were all the reasons why I had forgotten how to breathe. I had to detach myself from him but it seemed like he did a long time ago considering that he left me. I loved you Harry. I really fucking love you. And no matter how much I try I will always love you.

I got my laptop and turned it on as fast as I could, logged into my twitter and typed in:

“Always in my heart, @Harry_Styles. Yours sincerely, Louis.”