Worthless - Larry Stylinson fanfic

Chapter 16

I went down with my suitcase trying to ignore the ringing that now was only a background sound. This type of howl was actually okay, I could ignore it. Pretty much at least...

"Where are you going?" Harry asked and I jumped while I let out a small scream. I hadn't heard him coming. I cleared my throat, trying to pretend that just I hadn't scream like a girl.

"I'm leaving for Doncaster to celebrate Christmas and so, you know." I said with a small smile. He frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"But what about your birthday?"

"I'll celebrate it there too." I said reaching for the door.

"Louis wait!" I sighed and turned to face Harry again.

"Yes?" I asked and Harry looked sadly at me.

"I'll miss you." he said I scoffed. Was he serious? I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I doubt it." I said and tried once again to leave.

"Can I go with you?" did he just ask that? By the look on his face he did. Oh god, what was his problem. The ringing became louder and I had learned that it was a sign that I was getting annoyed, sad, depressed, stressed, anxiety or just thought about it. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"No." I opened the door and walked out...or almost at least. I would have been outside if Harry hadn't grabbed my left arm and dragged me inside again. I hissed in pain as he put pressure to the new and old cuts.

"I want to go with you!"

"But I don't want you with me!"

"God damn it, why not!?" was he for real? Was he that stupid?

"I don't know! Think for a while and you might get it!"

"Is it because of me?" he asked in a small voice and I sighed once again.

"No, it's my fault like everything else." I answered and he let go of my wrist. "Thank you and now I'll leave. See you." I said and walked out again.

"Good bye Lou, take care." I heard Harry say before I closed the door and went to my car. I had almost gotten used to the fact that he called me Lou sometimes...almost.

I started the radio and our song 'Little things' was on so I changed station. It just felt wrong to listen to our own music and I could not stand hearing how bad I sounded compared to the other boys. The ringing grew and I tried to think of something else instead of how bad I am.

The radio played some nice tune and I felt like singing along with it, but I didn't know the lyrics. It was a beautiful song full of meaning. I hadn't heard it before and it made goose bumps rise on my body. The lyrics, his voice and the melody. Everything fit so perfectly for the song. It was just simply perfect.

"And that was Let her go with Passenger." so the song was named 'Let her go'. I would add it to my phone later. If I remembered. My memory had gotten really bad and I forgot almost everything I needed to remember and that was annoying.

The howl rose and I sighed. No bad thoughts. I need to remember that. But how would I remember that when I forgot everything else.

I'm so stupid! 

And why was it so boring to drive!? The only fun with it was that I was alone and I could listen to music. But everything else with it was bloody boring! I was so impatience I really need to do something about that.

Just like I have to do something about everything else in my life.