Larry Stylinson One-Shots

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16. #15

Title: Jailbirds by Rainbow Kitteh on quotev

Summary: There is none heh

Word count: 2,256

I stopped the car and got out quickly. Lights were flashing, caution tape was pulled across the highway, and the center piece of the event was Harry's car, smashed up and laying over turned on the edge of the road.

"Lou" Liam was behind me.

"Is he alright?" I pleaded with my eyes.

Please don't let him be hurt.

"Um..." Liam looked over my shoulder and I turned around.

The gurney rolled past, a white sheet covering it.

"Harry!" I screamed and ran to the gurney.

"You're not dead! I know it! You have to be alive! Wake up, Harry!"

Two police officers held me back as the lifted the gurney into the ambulance and shut the doors.

"Harry!" I screamed, my lungs burning.


My eyes shot open and I gasped. Another nightmare. I wiped my forehead, I was drenched in cold sweat.

It's been 10 years. 10 years since Harry died. One Direction split up, though we are all still close. Zayn is married to Perrie, Liam moved to America, and Niall launched a solo career.

And Harry is dead.

I moved into a small flat in London, I wanted to be away from everyone for a while. A while turned into 10 years.

I loved Harry, not like a brother, but as something more. I know he wouldn't feel the same, but I never got the chance to tell him.

The clock on the bed stand read 9:23. I sighed and swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up. I walked into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth when my phone rang. It was an unknown number, so I answered.

"Hello?" I said, toothpaste foaming in my mouth.

"Good Morning, I would like to speak with Mr. Louis Tomlinson" a female voice said.


"Hello Mr. Tomlinson, I'm calling from Red Grove Penitentiary. You have a requested visit from one of our inmates" she said.

"What? Who?" I said.

"Name is William Hensworth?" she explained.

"I don't know a William Hensworth" I said.

"Would you hold for a second?"


I set my phone down and quickly spit and rinsed to get the toothpaste out of my mouth. Then I picked up my phone again. I heard some mumbling in the background, then the woman returned.

"William insists that he knows you and is very anxious to speak to you" she said.

"Alright then, what's the address?" I asked She told me and address and said that visiting times where two to four.

"Thank you" I said.

"You're welcome. I hope we see you soon Mr. Tomlinson" she said.


"Um...I'm here to see...William Hensworth?" I told the man at the front desk.

"Alright, I'll contact him. Here's the sign in and emergency pager" he handed me few papers and a small device. I read the rules and signed the paper.

"Room 5" the man pointed down the hallway. I found the room and let myself in.

It had a table in the center, a few chairs around it, and a large window on the wall between the hallway. I sat down in one of the folding chairs and was messing with my hands when the door opened.

"Are you Mr. Tomlinson" the guard asked.

"Yea-Yes" I answered.

"Alright then, come on" he ushered someone in.

The first thing a saw was the thin black day slippers on the persons feet. I looked up a little further, seeing the baggy orange jumpsuit the person wore and the shiny cuffs. Finally, I looked at his face and sucked in my breath. I knew those curls, I knew that face, I knew those green eyes. I stared at him in shock.

"Is everything ok, Mr. Tomlinson?" the guard asked.

"Yeah, every...everything's, fine" I said slowly.

The guard pushed him toward the table and he slumped into a chair The guard gave us one last look and closed the door.

I stared at him.

"Hi Lou" he said, his eyes flashing from my hands to my eyes.

"Harry?" I questioned in disbelief.

"Legally, it's now William" he answered.

I studied his face. He still looked like himself, somewhat. His hair was still curly, but instead of chocolate brown, it was a washed out gold with thick brown roots. The green eyes that used to be so bright were now dark and cloudy, his cheeks were hollow and sunken in. His eyebrows were darker and more bushy, giving him a menacing look. Across his face, starting at his forehead, crossing his nose and falling down his cheek, was a thick red scar.

"But- but you're dead" I blew air out my nose. He looked at me and didn't say anything.

"What's that?" he pointed to the emergency pager.

"Emergency pager in case you 'attack' me" I said. Harry chuckled and leaned back in his seat.

"I'm getting released in a week, they're looking for someone for me to stay with" he said and looked at me.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked. Harry took a long deep breath and answered.

"Seven years"


"Selling things" he said. I gave him a questioning look.

"Drugs" he rolled his eyes.

I sighed and pressed my fingers to my temple. Things were quiet for a minute until Harry spoke again.

"I've missed you" he said.

I looked up at him.

"I thought you were dead all these years" I clenched my teeth.

"I'm sorry" Harry moved his cuffed hands to grab one of mine, but I flinched and moved it away.

"No physical contact. It's rules" I said, recalling what I had signed. Harry was quiet and pulled his hands back.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why everything" I said.

Harry looked down at his lap. I wasn't going to get an answer from him.

"Do the other boys know? That you're here?" I asked.

"No" harry mumbled.

"Your family?"


"So just me then?"


I took a deep breath, it was alot to handle.

"Um, it would be nice...if they didn't find out. That I'm here" Harry said. I was about to ask why, but figured I wouldn't get an answer.

"What day are you getting out?" I looked away from him.

"Thursday" I heard him say. I couldn't look at him anymore, I just couldn't. I stood up and moved to leave.


I stopped, hand on the door knob.

"I'm sorry"

It everything I had left to open the door.

"Goodbye" I said before slipping out into the hallway.


"Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson. He will be right out" the lady at the sign out desk smiled at me.

I smiled back, then turned to lean against the wall. I was checking my phone when the large steel doors in the corner opened. A guard held the door open as Harry slipped out. He saw me and looked down. The guard approached me.

"If you see any behavior the suggests he is back to his old ways, do not hesitate to call the police" he said and gestured for Harry to walk over to us.

"Be nice, Willy, or you'll be back" the guard turned and went back into the doors. I turned to the exit and Harry followed me out to my car. The sun was just starting to set as I quickly opened the passenger side door for him.

"Lou?" I heard him say. I turned and walked around the car and stepped into the driver side. I started the car and heard Harry shift awkwardly in his seat.

I felt a tear slip and ignored it.

Another one came and I turned my head slightly, so Harry wouldn't see it. I was trying to ignore the tears and hope that they stopped.

"Louis, are you crying?"

I couldn't do it anymore. I pulled the car over on the highway and leaned my head on the steering wheel.

"I-I...I thought you were dead, Harry!" I started to let the tears flow freely.

"Oh, gosh, Lou" I heard Harry unbuckle his seat belt and wrap his arms around me.

"I watched them roll your body...what I thought was your body into an ambulance! I screamed for you to come back! But you never did..." I sobbed even harder.

"Shhhhh..." Harry cooed and rubbed my back.

"As much as I'm glad that you aren't dead, Harry, it hurt. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much!" I kept sobbing. I felt Harry lift me up and quickly switch our seats so that he was in the drivers side.

"What are you doing?" I asked bitterly.

"You obviously are in no state to drive" he stated.

I sniffed and wiped my face with the back of my hand. Harry started up the car and pulled back onto the road. We drove in silence for a few minutes, me staring intently at the door handle. Harry reached over and flipped the radio on an began singing along with it. The smooth sound that filled the car instantly calmed me down.


Once we reached my flat, I showed Harry the room I had set up for him. He went in and closed the door, and didn't come out. I figured that I should give him his space.

I busied myself with a book, and when finally I looked up, it had been four hours. It was the middle of the night, and I decided I should check on him. There were small, muffled, whimpers leaking through the door. He was crying?

I dared to open the door and peak in. Harry was curled up on the bed, his hands on his head pulling on his golden curls.

"Harry" my hand slid off the doorknob as I stepped towards him. He turned and glared at me through the tears, then looked away from me.

"Go away Lou" he spat. His voice was angry, but somewhere underneath was a touch of deep hurt. I sat on the edge of the bed and lay my hand on his shoulder. He shook it off roughly.

"Harry, you might seem rough on the outside, but you didn't used to be like this" I said. Harry sniffed and wiped his face on his sleeve.

"You don't have to pretend to be strong and scary just because you served some time. I know the real you, Harry. You don't have to pretend for me" I sighed, hoping that he was listening to me.

"But I do have to pretend, Lou, I've had to pretend 13 years, I can keep it up" he said harshly.

"13 years?" I was puzzled.

"Watching you be happy with us just being friends, it killed me. Every time I saw you walk out there with her on your arm, it felt like you were stabbing me in the chest. Three years of pretending, hiding, lying. I couldn't take it anymore, Lou, that's why I did it. I faked my death so I could escape all the pretending. I didn't even tell management, nobody knows, except for the few people I paid" he began crying again.

"Wait, Har-"

"I dyed my hair so that nobody would recognize me at my own funeral. Seeing you sitting in the front row, it hurt. But what hurt even more, she was right there at your side, the whole time" he sobbed and I wrapped my arms around him. He didn't even try to struggle away.

"I moved out of London, I just couldn't stay anymore. Got addicted to things that took the pain away, made me forget about you. But then I ran out of money, and I started selling the same drugs I used. That god-awful fight with the other dealer, he pulled a knife out and gave me a scar to remember him by. But Louis, that didn't hurt as much as you hurt me. You go on and on about how much it hurt you, you have no idea what the real pain feels like" Harry went on, balling his fists in the blanket.

"So see, I was always pretending, it's what I had to do so that I didn't hurt you like you hurt me. And it hurt so fucking much, I always had to pretend it did't, and you just don't even understand!" Harry collapsed in sobs and went limp in my arms. I looked down at him, he was so broken.

"Oh, but Harry, I do understand. I understand knowing that I couldn't have who I wanted, who I craved, because the world was watching us. I pretended too, I pretended to like her as more than a friend. All to protect us, and then suddenly, there was no us anymore" I shook him gently.

"Because you were dead, dead to the world. And that hurt, knowing that it was all in vain. I felt the hurt, everyday it got more painful, everyday for ten years. The hurt of knowing I would never have the person I loved" I went on. Harry turned over to look up and me.

"It's you Harry, you were that person. You are that person" I whispered, just before leaning down to met his lips.

I could taste the salt of his tears, I could feel that he needs me as much as I need him. He wrapped his arms around my neck to pull us closer together. The pain that we had both suffered for so long didn't matter anymore as long as we didn't ever have to suffer it again.

And we never had to.

We were both trapped by our own unbearable pain

We were just two jailbirds

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