Where You're Meant To Be- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two

Hey guys! here's chapter two:)

It might be a while before chapter three is up, but maybe not but maybe but still maybe not ok

anyway!!!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!:) and if you're completely lost at this point, read the discription on this story and hopefully things will be cleared up! xo

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-Brit

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I wasn't psychotic. I wasn't crazy. They made me out to be, but I wasn't. Because I was fine and Louis was fine and I knew that because I saw him all the time. I saw him behind me in the bathroom. If I washed my hands, he was holding my waist and kissing my neck and I knew it was real because he radiated a heat that my mind couldn't have made up, couldn't have manipulated the air around me into that warmth.

He was there when I slept, with an arm around me and his legs tangled in my own and his hands playing with my hair. I knew because he whispered that he loved me and I whispered it back and we would kiss, long and soft and warm. 

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Six months of being in Chapel Springs 

I sat alone on the visitor area's couches. I knew there was no one who planned on visiting me, but I stared at the entrance as if Niall's long body would come into sight, or Liam's or Zayn's. Or anyone. The cashier from the cinema, maybe. Or the lady that used to deliver packages to my mother back when I still lived with her. Anybody. There was some sort of ongoing buzz in my ear that reminded me that I was alone, that I could wait and wait and wait but today was Thursday and my only visitor never came on Thursdays. Mum could only come on Saturdays. 

"Mr. Styles, there isn't anybody to see you today," a nurse leaned down toward my broken self. I just blinked up at her, not really seeing anything other than how much white she was wearing and how little sleep she must have gotten the night before, given the dark purple bags that drooped her eyes. 

"Just wait," I told her in a whisper, shaking my head. Maybe someone would come. Maybe.

"Ten more minutes, Harry. That's it."

I nodded, not watching her continue on with a pitied expression washed over her face. 

It hadn't always been so lonely for me at Chapel Springs. The boys used to be there with me every day, it seemed. Zayn would be distant, yes, but he would be there. And Niall and Liam would be sad but they would be there, too. And I think, to me, that was all that had mattered. But they stopped visiting a month before that Thursday. Never called. Never wrote. Nothing since.

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"Harry, mate, do you mind if we visit you... Alone this time? Just for a while?" Niall had asked me one day, his hand on my knee where Louis' should have been. We had been hanging out in the visitor's room (as if we had any other option). It was crowded with loads of other patients who were with friends or parents or grandparents or significant others. The chatter had to be kept to a minimum, thanks to the supervising nurses who looked like witches. 

"Alone...?" I had felt defensive right off the bat, sitting up a little straighter, locking my jaw a bit more forward than it was before.

"Yeah, um... LOUIS shouldn't mind if we have a bit alone with you, heh?" Liam half smiled at me. I hadn't returned it. Zayn had then stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, as he had done in all the past visits, as he hardly made eye contact and- for the most part- stayed silent.

"What the hell is wrong with you lot?!" I then shot, snapping Niall's hand from my knee. Liam had jumped from the couch, finding a spot in front of where I sat so he could 'comfort me'.