Red Herring (Larry Stylinson)

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Three weeks have passed, and Louis hasn't seen Harry since he confessed his feelings.

He kept hoping he would show up at some point, but he hasn't. He just hoped that he was okay.

"Thinking about Harry again?" Isla questioned, walking into his room and closing the door behind her.

"Yeah. I haven't seen him since I confessed my feelings to him. I understand if he wants to keep his distance for a while, but I miss him." Louis frowned.

"It's weird, because I haven't seen him either since he came back." She said, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

"It's so weird. He's been distant lately." Louis couldn't tell her, considering it was private.

The cops were still searching for Mia's body, which they have not found yet. Louis wondered if he was probably helping them, but of course, can't be sure.

"He'll turn up soon, I hope." She said, pushing her hair back from her shoulders, it falling behind her back.

"Yeah, same." He replied, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling.

"I'm gonna go order us some pizza then we can watch Peaky Blinders together, how does that sound?"

"Sounds brilliant." He replied, and she smiled warmly, before getting up and leaving the room.

"Where are you, Harry?" He muttered.

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Jame's trial for sentencing was tomorrow, and Louis couldn't be happier.

He was relieved that those innocent people he killed would finally get justice. He just hoped the bodies of those missing would be found soon, especially Mia's.

Louis munched on his crisps as he watched the Telly, showing Outlanders.

Louis turned his head towards the door once he heard it knock.

He put the bag of crisps down and headed to open the door.

He opened it, revealing the familiar curly-haired lad he hasn't seen in weeks.

He showed him a dimpled grin, which didn't last long from the way he saw Louis look at him with angered eyes.

"I haven't seen you in weeks, you know that, right?"

Harry's face showed guilt after Louis said that.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you space." He explained.

Louis sighed and moved to the side to let him in.

"Where have you been all this time?" Louis asked, sitting back down on the sofa.

"At home." He answered, sitting down next to him.

"Isla's been there a couple times and hasn't seen you." He told him, and tried changing the channel to something else.

"I've just been out buying stuff or running errands." He answered, fiddling with his fingers.

Louis has always noticed that's what he does when lying, but decided not to mention. Wherever he was wasn't his business.

"You could've at least called, or texted." He nodded in agreement.

"I know."

"I missed you though—"

Louis suddenly got cut off by the Telly after switching channels. "A body had been found on Thursday afternoon in Queen's Park, as we previously repo—"

The Telly all of a sudden cut off, leaving a grey screen.

"What the hell?" Louis questioned, confused.

He fixed it again within a second with the remote.

"The body has now been identified as—"

The Telly got cut off again, making Louis groan in frustration.

"What the bloody hell is up with this thing?!" He complained, standing up and hitting the side of it.

"It hasn't acted like this before." He said to Harry, who was looking down at the floor with a deep frown.

His phone then began to ring, and he decided to fix the Telly later.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?" He picked it up, seeing that it was Isla.

"I—" he hesitated for a second. "I hope you know we'll always be friends." His voice seemed to have cracked when he said that, sounding pained.

"I know, Haz— Hello?" He cut himself off when she picked up.

"Louis, It's Harry." Her voice seemed panicked.

"What about him?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"I love you, Louis." He choked out.

Louis could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

His eyes widened when he said that, but it didn't prepare him for what left Isla's mouth, making him drop the phone onto the floor, his eyes even more wide, and mouth gaped open.

"He's dead."