Im only Human (Larry Stylinson)

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Harry POV

Staring up at the ceiling is so...what's the word I'm looking for? Boring will just have to do. I don't understand on why I dwell on a single human being when I could just go and find someonelse, but there is no one else. No one else I would like to spend my life with, no one selse to wake up in the morning with, and especially no one else I would want to have a family with. No matter how much I have tried there is no way out.

Tomorrow I must go back and start recording the next album.

Hayley has been great and I feel bad for leaving but it had to come.

The plan is that I'm leaving this afternoon and heading into town. I'm going to sit in a cafe and turn on my phone. Making the phone call and signaling where I am at and to come get me.

These past months have been the best and I have been the happiest. During this vacation I have been able to forget for awhile. I didn't think about the boys, management, and Louis. It was great. I will miss this.

I know it's time to go downstairs when I hear pots and pans being moved around.

After a shower and changing into my regular clothes I head downstairs.

"Morning Hails"

"Morning"

We eat breakfast and just talk for the rest of the time being.

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Walking through the dirt and grass towards my car. With my bag in tow and Hailey holding a baggy full of home cooked cookies and other treats. I throw my stuff in the back of the car. She passes me the treats. I smile sadly at her.

"You know were to find me, if you need me."

"Yeah I do"

I open my arms and she steps into my hug. I sigh. I'm going to miss this place. It was nice while it lasted. Not an ideal vacation but a much needed one.

She punches my arm. "Dont be a stranger, okay"

Rubbing my arm "I won't"

"I hope everything goes smoothly on your way back"

"Yeah"

I step towards the car and open the door.

"See you lat Dr gator"

"In a while crocodile"

Stepping into the car is the next step into going back.

I don't think I'm ready.

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Turning on my phone at the rest stop is part of the plan. When I look down it just starts blowing up. There is about fifty messeges and seventy missed calls.

Picking up my phhone I dial their number.

"Harry?"

"I'm at this rest stop. Where do I go from here?"

"Where have you been?!"

"It dose not matter. Do I hop on a plane back home?"

"Yeah, uh let me just get you a ticket"