HARRY'S P.O.V Blue eyes, soft hands, round bum, and luscious pink lips are all I can think about these days. These days have been getting longer and more tiring than they used to be; I'm not quite sure though, maybe its because my thoughts are full of hopeless love and sadness, or maybe it's because he's gone. He left without a goodbye, a proper one that is, All I got was a blood stained, tear splattered note. I'm grateful for atleast getting a letter explaining why he left me though, but it still angers me but in the saddest of ways. I still remember the day he left my arms and walked into God's streatched out hands. It wasn't  the worst day though, the worst day was when I realized that he was gone. Gone from me, gone from my heart, gone from my longing reach. All that remained was the memories and the pain he left me with. I still love him very much, but I know I have to move on, I just can't. I'm still attached to his soul, I can still feel his arms around my lanky, warm body, I can still taste his sweet lips on mine and the way they fit perfectly together, I can still hear his angleic voice in my dreams for God's sake! How am I supposed to move on from what used to make me the happiest, most grateful man alive?

Lets start from the beginning. When the auditions began, when the boy with the bouncy, chocolate coloured curls sang Isn't She Lovely and the boy with the shaggy, carmel coloured hair sang Hey There Delilah. Let us find out about how the Larry Stylinson love story began. Lets know what happened. Let us know the truth.