Louis Tomlinson Sickfics

Forgotten Part 2

"You should eat Lou, get something into you." Harry says and I shake my head,

"I'm gonna go lay down for a bit yeah?" I go upstairs and lay down.

I think of my past with my dad, his family and friends.

I sigh and turn on the tv, my stomach grumbles lowly.

I rub it and close my eyes, rolling onto my side and trying to fall asleep.

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I wake to the sleep of hamburger frying.

Harry must be making hamburger helper.

I go downstairs and hug Harry from behind, "sorry I slept all day love...." I whisper.

Honestly since this morning I've been thinking, everything wrong seems to be my fault.

He smiles and turns, kissing my head and looking into my eyes, "it's alright baby, I'm making some stroganoff for dinner." He says.

My stomach aches, but my dads words ring in my head, who would want to dine with a fatass?

"Oh thanks Hazza..." I smile the smallest smile.

He frowns, "you haven't ate all day... Aren't you feeling well?"

I look down and just don't respond.

"Is your stomach upset?" He asks.

I nod softly, it was upset, due to my anxiety.

"We'll go lay on the couch then, I guess I will put some in the fridge for your dinner tomorrow."

I nod gently and try not to tear up, he's mad at me.

Instead of going on the sofa, I go outside, my toms, t shirt, black skinny jeans and no jacket, and it's October.

I walk down the street and frown, why am I so pathetic and worthless?

Harry is texting like crazy,

Where the heck did you go?!?

I'm talking to you!

You're worrying me.

Answer!

Louis?!?!?!?!

I messaged back.

Just went for a walk, need time to myself, I'll be home before dark..

I sit in a small phone booth for a moment to warm up.

I look across the harbour to the bridge.

Maybe I won't be back by dark...