Soon after wallowing in my self pity for hours lottie comes in
"Here's dinner louis" she sets it on my side table and leaves
I don't move
Hell I haven't moved since I ended the call
My arms are asleep, I can't move my legs
My face is dried in place from all the tears
And honestly I dont give a fuck anymore
I gave my all to a boy who just left
The rain stopped and now the sun's out
I can see the rays coming through my window and landing on my suitcase
What if I leave tonight in stead
I stand up and start throwing random clothes in my suitcase before putting on sweats
I book a flight for 7:00pm straight to the heart of New York city
I leave a note for my family and climb out my window
Soon I'm on a city buss contemplating my life
What if he really doesn't want to see me? What if he doesn't love me anymore? He sure doesn't act like he cares at all
I send him a text
To: Hazza
I'll see you my beloved xoxo
His favorite poem
The airport is rough when I get there
So many people racing back and forth, speaking over the intercoms, it's like that feeling when you drive over a really big hill and as your going down you feel your stomach do a loopty-loop
I make it to security check and the lady looks at me sympathetically
It's probably how I look, If I don't act heartbroken my looks will tell you
I don't smile at her, I don't act like my usually cheerful self, I don't act like nothings wrong because everything is wrong
After about 30-40 minutes of waiting and almost missing my flight I'm sitting in the back by myself
A few stray tears falling down my face while thinking of memories
I get one last text before we take off
From: Hazza
Please louis I love you I'm sorry call me
I shut my phone off and sob into my pillow
On the long long flight full of screaming kids and depressing movies I contemplate everything that's happened
I fall asleep to the thought that everything will be okay and wake up in new York
3 months ago I was excited to come to New York and harry show me all the cool places
Now I want to jump off a building
I, well I would be lying if I said quickly, get a taxi and go to harrys
It's about a 20 minute drive but it takes us even longer to get there because of traffic
It makes me think more, I hate thinking
I see all the happy couples walking down the streets and eating ice cream
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My dear beloved (larry stylinson)
FanfictionA short AU where Harry, Louis' "best friend", or so there parents think, has to move to New York to pursue his dreams of photography Louis, being almost 2,000 miles away from his boyfriend, has nothing to do in his small town So louis books a flig...