Forget Me Not... (A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

*~*Louis*~*

I felt bad for snapping at Harry but I just don't want him to worry. Lately, I've been getting these weird random chills and fevers and I've been really itchy. I noticed I've also been losing weight and sweating alot. I'm starting to worry myself because I have no clue what's wrong. I'm trying to convince myself that its just the flu or something that will pass over soon...

The car ride was awkward to say the least. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick. During the sound-filled silence the most clear noise was Harry breathing and was bothering me now because neither of us knew what to say. I couldn't stand it.

"Harry...I'm sorry for snapping at you before..." I said, really meaning it.

"You know I'm just worried about you right?" he asks me.

"Yeah..."

"Okay...well how about this...if you're not feeling better by Thursday then I'm taking you to the doctors."

"Deal. What day is it today? Monday right?"

"Yeah...so counting today that's four days."

"Sounds good."

He nods and turns his attention to the phone in his large hands.

** At The Interview **

We are currently sitting on a big couch next to the interviewer, Melissa. The order is Me, Niall, Harry, and last but not least Liam, who is closest to Melissa.

I knew that this interview would be exactly like every one before it. "How is Zayn?" "Is he coming back?" "How do YOU feel about it Louis?"

As the boys were answering questions, I sat back and looked at the interviewer. She looked fake, like Barbie almost.

Blonde (definitely not naturally), her shirt came down way, way too low in the front, her lips were a tacky pink shade, and her skin was a bit too tan. I must've been lost in thought, because next I know, they're introducing a commercial break. After a moment, they say we can go get drinks and snacks if we wanted. Harry looked at me.

"Louis, do you want anything?"

"I can get it, don't worry. You just get yourself something, Harry." I forced a small smile.

I push myself up off of the couch and slowly make my way to the refreshments table. Harry follows closely behind me, probably to make sure I don't need his help.I stop walking for a moment as a wave of pain rushes through my body. He looks at me, concerned.

"Go sit down."

"No. I'm doing this myself."

"Louis I wasn't asking you. I was telling you. Go. Sit. Down."

I sigh. I know how stubborn he can be, so I walk back to the couch and plop down onto it.

"Back already? You didn't even get anything!"

I look over and see Melissa looking back at me.

"Um, yeah. H-Harry offered to get me a drink. I didn't get much sleep last night."

She smiled, nodding.

"Oh I see. Are you okay to preform?"

I smile faintly, nodding. She looks behind me as someone off set yells something inaudible to me. Melissa calls out for everyone to come back so I'm assuming he was telling her that we we are on air again soon. A few moments lager we are all gathered on the couch, Harry offering me a bottle of water. He opens it and smiles.

"Drink up, Louis."

"Thank you." I take a small sip of the water, my throat stinging a bit from previously being dry.

Melissa announces that we will be singing one of our new songs off of our album, FOUR. We all get up and shuffle over to the stage-like setup, each of us standing with a microphone. The music starts and suddenly Harry's soothingly beautiful voice fills the room.

"I got a heart
And I got a soul..."

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The music faded out and the audience cheered incredibly loud. We all smiled, sweating due to the bright, hot lights shining down on us. Breathlessly, we all walk off to the backstage area. We can still hear Melissa speaking as we make our way out.

"That's all we have time for today folks! Tune in next time for our exclusive interview with....JUSTIN BIEBER!" Marissa finished up, overly perky if I do say so myself.

On the ride home we just talked about random stuff. The boys and I all live in a large Plaza so we rode home together. The car stopped in front of Niall's house as this was our usual gathering place for after meetings or interviews.

Stepping out of the car a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. At first it was bearable but it was increasingly getting worse when I tried to move. Soon it grew too much to handle and I fell to the ground.

The last thing I saw before everything faded away and I was engulfed in darkness was Harry's worried face hovering above my own.