Over Again (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

                       I ran from the stage, my heart racing a mile a minute. Where could he have possibly have gone? Did he even hear the song? Maybe he didn't love me back? I had tears rolling down my face, and I was running as fast as my legs would let me. The walls were blurred, my vision shaking, and I felt as if everything in the world stopped.

                      The nurses all stood to the side, out of my way, stayin quiet. The patients who weren't allowed to leave their rooms watched me. The entire hospital was silent, and the only noise I heard was my heart racing. My palms were starting to sweat. I couldn't...What if everything I'd been feeling this past month was all in my head?

                         I checked all of the obvious spots. I checked in his room before anywhere else. I checked my room, and then I checked Zayn and Yoshi's room. I went out to the garden, security not even stopping me. When I was outside, I looked up at the sky and screamed. I just screamed as loud as I could, tensing my hands into fists.

                     I screamed out in anger. Anger that Harry hadn't stayed. Anger that my mother hadn't visited. Anger that my parents got a divorce. Anger that I had no friends outside this place. Anger that I was short. Anger that I ripped my favorite pair of toms. Anger that I knew that no matter how long I lived or how long I searched that I would never find somebody who I could love as much as Harry.

                      I screamed out in depression. Depressed that I couldn't find Harry. Depressed that I would never be able to live without him. Depressed that I ruined my life for a boy. Depressed that i would never get ito a good University. Depressed that my sisters were all probably worried about me. Depressed that all of my friends were insane. Depressed that my life was in complete turmoil.

                         Most of all, I screamed out in heartbreak. Heartbreak that Josh and Yoshi were never going to be able to have a normal relationship. Heartbreak that Niall could relapse and Zayn would have to worry about that for the rest of his life. Heartbreak that Liam would have to be worried about Rose and not see her for months. Heartbreak that Harry wasn't mine.

                         Once I was done yelling, I stood up straighter, looking around. I took a few deep breaths, and suddenly everything was clear. It was as if I had been blinding by my heart, but now that I'd clear it I knew exactly where Harry was and exactly what to do. I bent over, picking up one of the flowers and twirling it in my hand.

                          I headed back in, ignoring all the worried glances I received from everyone. I walked slowly, only stopping to steal one of Liam's keys. I held it with the flower, smiling as I walked down the hall. I may have looked psycopathic, and to be truthful I was acting like one, but I didn't even care anymore. Let people judge, I'm just the freak who heard voices.

                       I walked into the room locking the door. I set the key down, carrying the flower where I saw Harry, standing in the empty room attatched to the library. The place we first met. "Hey, Harold." I say, bending down to sit next to him. He was shaking, tears falling down his face. This was exactly how I'd seen him the first day here.

                           I pulled him over to me, pushing his head into my chest as I rubbed his back. I just rubbed his back, keeping the same rythm. Time ticked by, but I didn't pay it any attention. Me and Harry had all the time in the world. We could sit here for weeks and it wouldn't bother me in the slightest bit.

                        He cried, grabbing onto my shirt, clinging to me as if his life depended on it. I started singing, the same song I sang in the cafeteria. The only part different here was that Harry sang along with me, word-for-word. Tears fell down my face, but they were tears for joy. Harry had stayed for the whole thing. He heard my whole speech and he heard every word I had said and he heard my feelings.

                        I sang it, just over and over. I sang it with a high pitched voice, I sang it low, I sang it quietly. I sang it fast, I even tried rapping it. I just kept singing until my throat swelled up, clenching and making it hard to sing. I coughed, singing it one last time with the rasp in my voice.

                  "Harry?" I said, and he pulled away, looking up into my eyes before he continued crying into his chest. He didn't look at me, but he pulled his sleeve up, showing me something that shocked me. He hadn't cut himself. He had written my name all over his arm, over the cuts, and I even saw it peeking from underneath his bracelets.

                          I pulled him tighter, holding him until we were both sobbing. "L-Louis..." He said, and I didn't try to control my tears. "Louis Tomlinson." His voice was quiet. "I....I remember. I'm Harry...Not Harold...I'm Harry. Your Harry. But...but I remember meeting you. I've always remembered our first time meeting. I remember meeting you, right here, just like this."

"I'm in love with you too, Louis. Let's start all over again, please."

　

　

　

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