You Came Back (Larry Stylinson)

Prologue

Harry’s POV
 
Louis Tomlinson – the love of my life.
Louis Tomlinson – the reason why I’m still here today.
Louis Tomlinson – deceased.
 
My best friend, boyfriend and band-mate died and it was my fault. I hate having to tell this story but I feel as though you deserve to know. On the day that we were supposed to ‘come out’ to the world as a couple, an accident happened. I was driving and I was nervous. Louis, as per usual, was trying to reassure me that everything would be alright and for that brief moment that I looked away a car had swerved on the opposite side of the road and collided head on with us. When the ambulance had come Louis was already dead. Do you understand how difficult it was to watch him lying there not breathing for at least an hour until the ambulance arrived? I was trapped in that car but with only a few scratches. Why had I come out barely harmed whilst my boyfriend died? It wasn’t fair. I had asked God why he’d done this. I ha screamed to the heavens that I just wanted him back. A couple of days after his death I went on live TV and told the world that Louis Tomlinson is my boyfriend and that I will never stop loving him. All the guys were devastated too but of course I was the one who took it the hardest and that’s why I think he came back.
 
The love of my life came back to me.
I was in my room doing my usual routine of crying and wishing I was dead. I felt a cold chill run through my body which made me instantly look up and there he was. Louis Tomlinson stood in front of me looking as alive as ever. I screamed and he disappeared. Niall, Liam and Zayn came rushing in to help me.
“What happened?” Niall said rushing to comfort me. He had been a great help since Louis’ death.
“L-L-L…” I stuttered unable to stop my weeping for a few seconds.
“Hazza, calm down.” Niall said rubbing my back soothingly. I hadn’t been called Hazza since Louis died. It might have been because I tried my best to cut off contact with everyone.
“I saw him.” I cried. Tears flowed down my face. I was scared. I knew what I saw and I knew I wasn’t hallucinating.
“Who?” Niall and the others looked around the room thinking they might see someone or at least signs of someone being here but there was nothing. Zayn and Liam exchanged worried looks as Niall held me close to him.
“Louis. I saw Louis.”
 
After that I was forced to see a therapist. They’d said I wasn’t dealing with his death well and I was only hallucinating but I knew I wasn’t. The next time I saw him was in the therapist’s office. I jumped but didn’t scream, Louis smiled at my getting used to his ways. The therapist noticed my distraction and she asked me If Louis was in the room with me. I nodded honestly; I didn’t feel as though I needed to lie she probably thought I was crazy anyway. She asked me to speak to him and that was when I discovered he could speak back. I spent most of the session speaking to him and telling my therapist what he was saying to me. I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital the very next day.
They said that the things ‘Louis’ was saying wasn’t threatening but that I needed to stay in a safe environment. So that’s where I’ve been for…I think it’s been a year. I’m not getting any better and I’m not getting any worse. I have the guys who visit me every day and my family come by too but all I need is Louis and he’s gonna stay with me forever.