Always In My Heart (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Chapter 3.

HARRY POV
I have been drinking way too much tonight. I stumble into my car. It's dark, no one is around. I go to YouTube and watch several Larry Stylinson videos.

"My first real crush was... Louis Tomlinson."

"And I'd marry you, Harry."

"Now kiss me, you fool."

I then find a video. It's us, a bunch of clips of us and the music starts. "I got a heart. And I got a soul. Believe me, I will use them both." I see videos of us from the x-factor, from 2011, and now. I see the way we look at each other.

"I have loved you since we were 18. Long before we both thought the same things. To be loved and to be in love."

I can't even see the screen anymore. My tears spill out of my eyes. I call someone who I never thought I would call. Louis.

I click on his name that hasn't changed. 'Boobear'
It rings for far too long. I'm about to hang up when I hear his voice.

"Hello?" He sounds froggy.

"Did you mean it?" I ask. I'm still crying. The line is quiet for what feels like forever.

"Did you really mean it when you said I'm always in your heart?" My voice cracks. He's quiet. Seconds that feel like hours go by.

"Of course I did, Haz," he whispers.

I hang up. I go into my notes and click on a link I've been saving. It takes me right to the tweet. I click 'retweet.' I put my key in the ignition and drive.

LOUIS POV
The second most retweeted tweet in the world. No way. It beat Obama's '4 more years' tweet. Oh my gosh. I feel my phone vibrating. I look down to see "Hazza" on the screen. I gulp and wait a while. I take a deep breath and answer.

"Hello?" I don't recognize my voice. I don't trust it.

"Did you mean it?" He asks. He's crying. Has he been as heart broken as I am? I know it's selfish, but I hope so. I love him so much. So, so much. Why did I let him go?

He interrupts my thoughts by saying "did you really mean it when you said I'm always in your heart?" He sounds broken. I did, I really did. I listen to him sniffle and hold in his cries. It's relaxing to hear him after what feels like years. Finally, I whisper, "Of course I did, Haz." The line goes dead.