Friends With Benefits (Larry AU) COMPLETED

Make Me Feel Better

We continue the next day, as if nothing happened. Except it had, and waking every morning reminds me he's not mine.

The sex still continues to be fantastic, taking him whenever I want, wherever I want, but each day I still think he's beautiful at least once.

I wake up alone again, annoying me like it has done each day since the start of this week when I fucked Louis in my room.

I'm exhausted from fucking him last night into the table because he walked into the room, looking tired from work and I wanted to ruin him further. I came thinking he was beautiful. Annoying me further.

I walk out of my room, fully dressed, planning on pulling to prove to myself I can do it, but my phone rings.

Mum?

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, baby," She responds, her voice off. "How are you?"

How am I? What about you? I walk into the lounge, concerned.

"'M alright," I answer. "What's wrong?"

She sniffs through the phone, and my heart breaks. I hate hearing my mum cry. It's horrible.

"Harry, Grandad passed away this morning." She sobs.

What?

"What?!" I call out, my heart hurting.

That's impossible. He was great last Tuesday, laughing and joking. This has to be a joke.

But with the way she's crying tells me it's not. Tears spring to my eyes.

"He - he just went to sleep, H," She explains. "He just passed away."

"But I only saw him last week!" I'm aware of how choked I am. I fucking love my Grandad.

"It's just his time, baby," She cries. "I'm sorry, but he - he's gone."

I start crying. This hurts. Why does it hurt so much? It's like my heart is actually breaking.

"Fuck!" I shout out, hanging up, before throwing my phone across the room. I tug angrily at my hair, my heart broken, still sobbing.

"Jesus, Harry, are you okay?"

I whirl around, forgetting Louis lived here. He looks shocked at my face, but beautiful. Why?

"No!" I shout, voice breaking. "He's dead."

He walks forward quickly, chest bare but wearing loose pajamas bottoms.

"Who, Harry?" He asks, voice concerned.

He goes to touch at my arm, making me want to pull away but I let him. He strokes at it, trying to calm me down sweetly, taking my breath away.

But it still hurts. Why is he dead?

"My grandad," I sob, and I watch as his eyes water for me. "Only saw him last week. So quick."

He tugs me in for a hug, and my arms wrap around his body, his arms around my neck. I cry heavily into his shoulder and he just holds me while I do it. He's too lovely. I shouldn't like how he feels in my arms like this.

"I'm sorry," He hugs me a little tighter, his voice thick. "I hope you'll be okay."

I shake my head into his neck. It hurts too badly. I hate this feeling.

"Harry," He pulls back a little, pulling my face up, his eyes almost wet. "This might sound weird, but do you want me to make you feel better? Wanna forget for a moment?"