LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis'pov

"Harry I have a surprise for you" I show him both the invites to the event we're heading to. Zayn's exhibition and Syco's sponsored event. One from the syco thing and the other from the zayn invite.

"surprises don't surprise me no more" he says pulling the car to the road.

"Look!" I almost flashed the cards in front of his face but then I remembered he was driving. "You've been punked by both of them"

"What is it?" He asks pulling the car over the side of the highway.

"See the sponsors" I point it out to him once I know its safe to do.

"What?!!" His eyes might pop out and he snatches the cards away from me, his eyes dancing from one card to another. "I knew this fucker would do something" he curses almost throws the cards at the dashboard and both of them land in the corner.

"I should've guessed it right then when Ed told me about the private invites" he takes a deep breath his head resting back. "He knew fucking everything and he didn't even tell me, Zayn what has he got himself into" he mutters.

"Can I join your conversation?" I tap his shoulder.

"These are practically the invites to the same event" he huffs. He's so confused he's going to bang his head on the staring wheel any second now.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you" I laugh.

"It's not a joke Louis" he snaps at me starting the engine.

"I know what kind of a guy Nick is and when last time I met him he was practically an inch away from my face and his hand was on my waist" shit I mean I like remember it. Where did this come from? Seriously that's gross he was so close to me.

"What?!" His head turns to me and he was about to hit the accelerator but he stopped I guess.

"The next second everything was black and I was on the club floor. That's it. That's all I remember and when I woke up I was in a hospital" I shrug. The back of his ears is red and the red is creeping up to his face now.

"When we reach there just don't look at him and kind of stay away. He's not a nice man" he nods and the car is back on the road.

"I know that. You're always like hating on him so bad" "He deserves it" he says without a hint of regret in is tone. How does he hate someone so deeply? It's fucking Harry styles. How can Harry hate somebody? It's like completely going over my head.

We've met Niall, Ed even Liam for that matter who we thought we had no clue about this whole thing. He told us he didn't have a clue bbc1 was organising this event.

Harry was upset rather more angry I would say because he wasn't kind of actually enjoying zayn's exhibition. Every time I told him about a painting how it actually had a mixture of just black and white he wouldn't look at me rather he'd just nod or just shake his head.

Nobody had an idea about this whole thing. There were so many renowned people here that it was so difficult to make out how many actually were here. It was solely zayn's art on display and he was standing there talking to Nick and other people so happily. It's crowded. Too crowded and I think I need something to drink. I feel suffocated almost standing inside this huge hall full of people talking about zayn and his painting. I feel almost sick. Drowsy even. I don't know where

Harry went suddenly and I'm too much preoccupied to be able to look for him in the crowd. I've called him once but it ended up as a missed call so he'll call me back whenever.

I walk out to the lawn where they are serving refreshments and the guy at the entrance even told us we had a after dinner kind of thing. I don't think I'd want to go there. If Harry insists I'll see but I don't think I belong there. I don't even know why first of all I was given a private invite. It doesn't make any sense. I am not even working for Syco now.

I pick up a cranberry juice from the tray and stand near the bushes, a little secluded. It's still not dark but the sun is setting slowly today. I feel the chill through my neck as the cold juice I sip in makes its way down my throat.

My shoes bite me from every angle possible and I think seriously need to walk and go find Harry but I don't know where he is. I'm getting restless with every sip I'm taking because the constant chatter outside is increasing as its getting dark and I think I've actually lost myself or I've lost Harry in this unknown-unwelcoming crowd.

Niall and Ed left early I guess. Niall had a client waiting for him and Ed had an interview. I don't know where Liam is right now.

Harry's POV

My head is messed up. Standing here in hall between so many people I don't know but yet it feels so weird. Fake smiles all the time when I just want to leave. I feel like i've seen enough people for today and if someone else comes near for even a handshake i'm going to break there wrist.

I fucking want to leave but I'm not leaving without talking to zayn. I want to know why out of so many options available to him he only had Nick Grimshaw. He knew fucking everything. He is not a nice man.

Even if he is a nice guy, I have fucking lost every inch of respect for this living creature whom I fail to call human. In no universe will he be a nice man for me.

Never. I'm waiting for zayn to be free but every time I approach him in this chattery crowd of murmuring people everywhere he's busy with somebody. I don't know but i can feel my head will explode any second.

There's so much information to process right now.

Louis told me Nick was holding him by his waist, just an inch away from his face. Zayn practically ruining his life himself. Neither did Ed nor did Niall, nobody even guessed there was so much cooking already. I'm so fucking confused. But most of all I don't know why out of all the people zayn considered signing a contract with him? How?

Even after knowing everything that's happened to me and only because of Nick. Maybe I'm being selfish but I don't think so. I'm just being careful because I'm still a 100% sure Nick will definitely do something which will land Zayn into a place where zayn will be bound to do anything to him.

I'm looking around walking through the crowd when there is a tap in my shoulder.

"His life is going to change" the squeaky rat voice from behind me speaks up and I turn immediately realising who this could be.

"Shut up okay" I say rudely I'm not in mood to talk to him or face him even for that matter because anything he's going to say or do is just going to amount to filth adding up on our planet earth and he as it is is still living here polluting it.

"And don't you dare touch me" I take a step away from him brushing my hair back. He smirks looking at me. The way he looks at me only makes me feel gross out and disgusted because all that gets into my head are the memories destroying my life further more, memories which I want to flush away from my system.

"Don't you like seeing your friend reaching where he wants to? Aren't you happy for him?" He shoves his hand in his dress pants pocket.

"Oh" I laugh "you're going to change his life just like you did mine?" I so want to go away from here only if I could get a chance to talk to zayn before leaving.

"Maybe" he laughs chewing his gum "its a grand opening don't you see?"

"Let it be grand and shit. Whatever you can do to please him, he isn't that dumb and first of all he's not gay" "I know and you think I'm going to get into his pants by doing all this? Oh c'mon Harry you're still thinking the wrong way. I've had plenty of my pleasure doing it with you" he winks.

I feel disgusted, gross even I can smell stink coming from him because he fucking stinks. I could vomit any minute any second if I talk to him any more.

" you're still the fucking same ruined piece of rotten stink" I shake my head and walk past him but he stops me pulling me by my elbow," I hope you'll buy a painting and meet me upstairs, its been a long time and I think I deserve it" he's so close to my ear that I think he'll just lick it off. I feel disgusted insulted again.

He's not going to buzz off. My eyes land on a waiter coming towards me with drinks. I think I need a drink for a head full of shit. I pick one up and thank him as he crosses by. Nick has still held my arm but I take a step back.

"Nick I guess you'll need a drink" I show him the glass almost in front of his face. He smiles his hand reaching to take it.

"Thank-you" I say as I open the chest pocket of his blazer and emptying the white wine into it.

"I think you deserve this" he stumbled back pushing himself into people. I walked away. I feel relieved somehow, proud even. This is the first thing i've ever done to insult him. It's a weird feeling but I like it since everything is weird in my weird life.

I think it's the first time I've liked this weird feeling. I'm going to find Louis. Where did he go really? I need to tell him this. My first achievement.

Notes

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