LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis' pov

The fact that I cried last night horrified me too much. Not that I cried horrified me. The fact that the things that always worries me could have been real. I don't know why but I was 99.9% sure harry must've committed suicide. The dreams that terrify me to death flashed in front of my eyes in a matter of second when he didn't answer any of my calls.

The immediate action to drive home in his car and not finding him there too calmed me down a little bit as to he wasn't lying in a pool of blood in his bathroom. The little I know about him I definitely think someday I will find him in that condition and that I'll be the day I hope my dream will come true.
But I just pray none of my dreams come true. None. I still think what must've harry gotten into to be like that. Hurting himself all the time and caring about every single creature on earth. I wasn't even angry at him for once last nite. The moment he called me back I knew he was safe. The moment I heard his voice I was so relieved that he was still breathing.

When he came to sit beside me on the bed and that hand caressing me on my arm, was the moment I thought I wanted to hug him tight but kick him at the same time for not informing me where he had been the whole day. It got onto my nerves when I realized things he could do to himself.
He's always been so tough on himself. I don't know why. And today the way he bursted out on me I know there's something once again that's troubling him.

"Where you too involved Simon?" I hear somebody shout loud in the corridor, breaking my thought process. And I immediately recognize the voice. Its Harry. But why is he screaming? What's the matter. Its so unlike harry.



Suddenly the door of my office shots open, "Louis plz check on harry what's the matter" the guy who plays the guitar comes up. But why me? He's Ray BTW.

"Whats happening" I ask him getting up from my chair.

"I don't know he came in the morning quietly, it was all normal. I don't know what happened" he tells me as I speed out of my room following Ray.

The screams seems to get louder as I approach to the area from where I could hear voices.

"Simon just please tell me if u were otherwise I'll loose the inch of respect I have in me left for you" he screams. His nerves on the neck were visible now. His breath was fastening. That's all I could see from beside him though still far. I didn't dare to walk close to him.

"Let's talk in my office" Simon says calmly trying to stop the scene already created.

"Did you hear what I just said?" He shouts again. Oh my I haven't seen harry so angry before. This is totally new but I seem not to understand what this all is about. I don't know why Harry is all so angry that to in the morning all red faced. I saw Mr. Smith his boss turning up to him as he whispered him to calm down and go and talk to him in the office but he seem not to understand. He tried again as he rubs his hand on his back to calm him down but nothing seem to help him or maybe he didn't want any help.



But after a minute of silence Harry turns around as he brushes his hands through his hair and swiftly walks into Simons office. Everybody around sighs in relief with looks of surprise on each face. I overhear some people,"what's got into harry?"




"He's never been this way" and all. Oh shit. This is something terrible. Nor only my first time with harry being so angry its evrybodys first seeing him angry.

I don't know what conversation was going inside the room coz I could only see harry walking to and fro inside the room as Simon tried to explain everything to him. God I wish I could hear and understand what it was all about but somehow I was worried about Harry right now.

The day was as usual ahead right now with me playing the piano for kodaline trying to find new keys for his new recordings. As I exit the recording to head towards Harry's office I check my phone and there is a text from harry. OK thank god at least he texted. I'm heading home early today in the office car. When you finish you can take the keys from the valet and get home. -Haz

Okay is all my mind says to me and do as I'm told. I take the keys from the valet and head home in his lambo. The music seem to be soft tonight. It was already 9 by my watch and the text I received was at 3. Oh my. He left so early. There is absolutely some matter.
Am I supposed to talk to him about it? Or should I let it be?

When I reach home, I find the doors not locked and I enter in. Smell of food entering my nostrils. Wow. The house is filled with this delicious flavour. My stomach starts to growl loudly.

I directly walk into the kitchen following the way the smell came.

"What's there for my empty stomach?" I say as I enter in the kitchen seeing harry's back towards me his curls in a bun as he wore an apron till his knees though his yellow shorts covered half his thighs. The Grey tank top hung loosely on his broad shoulders.

He turns around as his eyes meet mine and he smiles turning again. "So you're here. I hope you like lasagna" he asks me as he is busy chopping something. I do not care to look.

"Yeah. Obviously I like it. When my boss is gonna cook for me" I smirk. "Seriously?"he looks at me a smile propping up on his face as my eyes waited for his dimples to appear.

"Yeah.." I walk closer to him as I jump up to seat myself on the slab beside him. "I don't know if this will taste good" he looks up at me and then puts whatever he was chopping into the pan.

"It has to taste good" I say. Of course. Cmon god is always perfect.

"Why?" He asks me as he walks to the fridge and takes out a beer bottle for himself. I know he won't give it to me. Rather he hands me an apple juice bottle.

"Last time you cooked something it tasted nice" I tell him as he takes a sip of his beer and removes his apron.



"ohh...okay.let's figure that out. "Head to the table the food is almost ready."

"Yes"I nod as I jump down from the slab and walk to the dinning table where harry is putting two plates. He walks past me as he brings the plate with the lasagna as he puts it on the table.

I seat myself on the chair as I wait for Harry to return from the kitchen. He brings another beer bottle with himself as I'm still struggling with my first juice bottle.
He places 2beer bottles on the dinning before seating himself on the
chair adjacent to mine. I wait for him to serve me and then after a minute we're busy with our food. Though my mind still wants to talk to him about the day but I don't want to ruin the food which tastes so yum.
"The food is just delicious harry!" I compliment him.
"Thanks" he mouths with a small smile as he hurriedly takes bites of his lasagna and takes huge sips from his third bottle of beer.

Oh god. This doesn't seem normal. He's talking bluntly. Eating so hurriedly and drinking beer like water. What is up with him? I didn't know but he seems worried. Too worried. And I can't figure out why? Should I ask him?

I take down another bite from my dish as I see harry clear his plate from the last bite and is about to finish his meal. No harry wait I have to talk please. My mind shouts but not loud enough.

"Harry what's the matter?" I place my palm on top of his hand as his swift movements stops immediately and his body loosens under my touch. His lines on his forehead seem to disappear.

"I'm fine" he mutters as he removes his hand from my touch and gets up picking up his plate as my eyes travel.with him. "What's the matter? You don't look fine" I raise my voice as I drag my chair back.

But I didn't expect this to happen. He smashes the bone China plate onto the wall the pieces falling onto the floor. Making loud noises Harry starts to shout, "what do you wanna know? There's nothing you can do about it. Nothing nobody can." I can tell tears are tingling at the corners of his eyes.

Notes

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