Fix You (Larry Stylinson)

Our Song Must Be Sung

Third Person POV

Harry stood, breathing out and in nervously. He couldn’t do this, he was sure he couldn’t do this. “You can do this” Niall murmured from beside him. Harry smiled a small smile, Niall had been by his side through everything and he was forever grateful. “Yeah… It’s just been so long since I’ve seen him Niall… What if I screw up?” Harry asked.

“It’s you and Louis, of course you’ll screw up, the difference is, he’ll still love you” Niall teased. Harry smiled. In the four months of no communication with Louis, Harry had been through emotional turmoil. In the first month, he never left his room, never ate, never slept, he was admitted to hospital multiple times for passing out, until eventually they had to keep him in to feed him through a tube. The second month, Harry just stayed in the hospital, never speaking, never moving, never sleeping, always thinking. He occasionally would remove his tube, only allowing himself one meal a day. The Doctors always thought he was just depressed. Which he was. The third month Harry was taken home, put into his bed and given home care. He was still breaking on the inside and again, never eating, but he was given medication to sleep a lot, most of the time it was forced down his throat.

Two weeks into the fourth month, Harry had had enough. He wasn’t upset anymore, he was angry. He devised a plan with Niall and Liam, who were overjoyed he was speaking again.

Information was leaked that Louis and Eleanor would be in a karaoke bar tonight. Harry flew over to Paris and was about to sing to Louis, deciding that the only thing he could do, was come out to the world. Louis didn’t know at all.

“And now, we have a solo artist here to sing a song, would you all welcome Harry Styles!” The MC announced. Harry breathed out, not hearing his good luck from Niall over his pounding heart, before stepping onto the stage and searching for Louis’ eyes in the crowd.

Louis’ POV

3 More months. That’s all I did now. I was counting down until I could see him again. I was being tortured, I knew it. I hated this, I couldn’t keep doing this. The amount of times, I’d just wanted to cut and end it all…

But I didn’t. Because I couldn’t end it without saying good bye to Harry.

Tonight, Eleanor and I were instructed to go to a Karaoke Bar, we were told it was where papparazi hung most nights. We were photographed non stop the moment we arrived, me plastering on my best smile. I didn’t want to eat or sleep or do anything without my Harry, but I knew if I lost weight, or got bags from not sleeping, it would get noticed and questions would be raised.

Eleanor and I took our seat at the front of the stage, Eleanor ordering a cocktail and I ordered a water. We didn’t say much, mainly just kissed for the camera’s.

Then the MC said a name that never left my mind.

Harry Styles.

My Hazza Bear.

My Harry.

I looked to the stage, tearing my lips from Eleanor’s. Cameras flashed at Harry and my hand flew to my mouth at the state of him. He was thin. In fact, too thin, unhealthily thin. He had dark bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in weeks… maybe even months. His cheeks had lost their rosy, alive colour and his green eyes were a dull green now.

“I’m going to be singing a song for a boy I love very much” Harry rasped out, his voice scratchy, like he hadn’t spoken in ages.

“Are you gay!?” A paparazzi screamed. I looked to Harry and was surprised when he nodded. Harry just came out… Harry just came out… “Do you have a boyfriend!?” another one yelled. Harry nodded again and the crowd cheered. “This is for him” Harry rasped and began to sing.

Though he obviously hadn’t spoken, Harry’s voice had not lost his angelic quality. He opened his mouth to sing the first note and finally his eyes connected with mine. He paused as his eyes watered. We hadn’t seen or spoke to each other in four months. This was so emotional.

Harry began to sing the song to me, a song I recognised and I knew this song represented everything we were going through.

 “When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down on your face

And I...”

Harry got off the stage, carrying the microphone with him and stepping to my side. He outstretched his frail hand and I gingerly took it, standing. Tears were falling down both of our faces as we gazed at each other. I could vaguely see cameras flashing, but I didn’t care.

“Tears stream down on your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Tears stream down on your face

And I...

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you”

Harry finished the last note. “I missed you so much” he whispered, the microphone picking up what he said, even when it was dropped to his side. The whole bar was silent.

“I missed you too baby” I blubbered. Harry stroked my cheek fondly, letting out a sob. “I’m so in love with you” He sobbed.

“I love you more” I sobbed, smiling lightly. The paps were getting all of this, but I wanted to come out, it was time.

“Not possible” He breathed, before pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

Larry Stylinson was real. 

THIS IS NOT THE END!!!! 

There will be an Epilogue, and then this story must finish. But keep an eye out, because I've just started a new Larry fic! It's AU so watch for it. Thanks for reading xx