If I Could Fly

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Louis' POV

"Dad....?"

I can see every single thing I have made alright falling up. My eyes diverted from the man I call my father to Harry. His face was unreadable but his eyes showed everything. Anger which could burn anyone, disgust which makes you skin crawl, sadness radiating from his soul and fear of losing everything again, losing me...

I could feel everyone's eyes one me except Harry's. He kept his gaze low and guilt was eating me inside to make him go through this again.

"Hello my son, it's good to see you again." Dad smiled and hugged me. I should argue not to gag or push him away. He leaned towards my ears. "You thought getting away from me is that easy? Oh you faggot, this time you can't get away!" He threatened and pulled away.

I didn't notice that my mom and the girls had come and now chatting with Trisha and Yasar. Dad's eyes roamed around the room as it fell on Niall, Erik, Zayn and Liam.

He gritted his teeth as the couple's stood next to their loved ones protectively. Then that dreadful eyes fell on my Angel who embraced himself and was shaking terribly. I fought the argue of holding him right now and stood still as Zayn went near Harry and throw a glare at Dad. He took Harry inside his house.

Only thing I'm afraid of right now is: Losing Harry.

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In the living room, all were settled down and the boys were with Harry except Zayn who was standing beside me for my support. There was terrible silence which isn't good for my heart. Trisha and Yasar know what is going on and couldn't help with anything. Zayn rubbed my back and gave a nod reassuringly.

The silence was ended by someone entering. I slowly raised my head and look at the person as my eyes widened and Zayn looked at me in shock.

Why the fuck Emily is here now?!

She greeted my mom and dad as she came and hugged me. My brain suddenly couldn't take everything which is happening around me.

"What are you doing here? I broke up with you already!" I whisper yelled at her as she pulled away.

"Oh c' mon Lou! Your dad said everything, I know it was just a prank." Emily smiled and pecked my cheek.

Yeah, I should have guessed it. The person who is sitting there isn't my dad. He is just a monster who thinks of every way to ruin all the things I have for my happiness. I looked at him with absolutely no emotion.

Could my life get even more fucked up than now?

"So.." That monster started. "We have planned for your marriage, Louis and that's the day after tomorrow."

He said like it's nothing. Like really?!

"This is ridiculous!" Zayn said loud enough to reach dad's ears.

"What's your problem, young man?" Dad asked Zayn but his eyes clearly show hate.

"But... I didn't complete my studies yet! How can I get married? I didn't settle in my life and...." I couldn't bring myself and say that I love Harry. It's not that I'm ashamed of him. I'm afraid of him getting hurt because of me again and again.

I looked at my mom and Lottie for help but I do know they can't do anything.

"You can continue reading after your marriage, my boy. And that's final!" Dad laughed and went outside. Trisha came and hugged me tightly.

"I know your love is stronger than anything in this world, dearie. What is meant to happen will happen. Now go and see Harry." Trisha whispered as she pulled back. Zayn nodded.

I slowly made my way upstairs to our room. I took deep breathe and twisted the knob as the door opened with a click.

The room was empty and cold like me without Harry. I went and sat on the edge of my bed as I buried my face in my hands.

"Planning to leave without saying again?" I heard a dry and worn voice from the doorway.

I turned to see a broken soul with a weary smile. His nose and eyes were red and tears stain was visible in his cheeks. I stood up as he came inside.

"All these years, I have been dying to push things back. The things which happened to me, happy or sad. I didn't want anything to come back!" Harry's voice raised slowly. His eyes had a kind of fierce which made him unstoppable.

"Hazza I-"

"Don't! Don't say anything. You always want me to speak something, right? Cause you say you love to hear my voice! So now listen!" Harry pushed me as I landed on the bed. I love to hear his voice but not when it's so vulnerable, anger and scarred. "I tried Louis, I tried so hard to forget everything which happened to me - to us. Moreover, I tried to forget you!" It hurts so much. As much as I want him to be happy, I never want him to forget about us. Harry came near me and pulled me by my shirt.

"But you know what? I can't do anything which I said. Even now, do you know the pathetic condition of me? I still wanna hold you and kiss you." He let me go as I again fell on the bed. "I didn't show my vulnerable side to others but deep down I was broken. Then what the fuck happened in my life? I met you and I didn't just see you around, you were my roommate. Hope and happiness bubbled inside me. Again things were beautiful between us. I thought maybe, just maybe, this time we will be happy and safe but I guess I was wrong. I'm always wrong and a complete idiot when it comes to us. I don't know how you are pretending everything is okay and fine but I can't fuckin' do that. I'm a fuckin' cry baby and when it comes to us I can't pretend!" My life is breaking down in front of me and I can't do anything. I wish everything stops right now. I wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"Last time you left me but this time I'm not gonna let that happen. I not fucking afraid of your Dad or anyone." Harry took steps away from me. "I'm letting you go, Louis." This can't be happening. Even if I let him go, he shouldn't let me go. Words didn't come out as I looked at him in shock.

"Harry please...." I begged.

"I'm letting you go because..." He looked into my eyes. "Because I love you so much..."

This was the last thing I wanna hear from him. I looked up but he was nowhere to be found.

"Harry!?" I called out but my voice was not audible.

I looked beside me. There was a letter. I unfolded it as I felt a pang in my heart.

If I could fly
I'd be coming right back home to you...

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