I look in the small cafe and notice the curly haired man sitting in a corner, far away from everyone in the room. I slowly walk over to the table and sit down across from him, making him look up. I give him a small smile, and he just nods at me. He's making this awkward, not only because he won't talk, but because he won't even smile at me. It's like he shows no emotions. I sit there awkwardly for ten minutes, not knowing what to say as Harry just types away on his phone. He looks up after what seems like forever, and he lifts up his phone and presses a button. A voice comes out of his phone.
Hello. My name is Harry Styles, I'm 22 years old, my favorite color is orange, my favorite food is tacos, and I am a stripper. A silent stripper. I never speak. I hate my job with a passion, but it's the only thing I've been successful at doing, and I need a job to make money to live in a semi-decent apartment. I haven't always been silent. I used to do all kinds of things. I used to talk non stop with my friends Liam, Niall, Zayn, and... Louis. I used to sing a lot too. I love singing, but I can't do it anymore. I can speak, but they won't let me. They tell me that if I speak, everyone around me will be in danger. People I know, people I love, even people I don't know. After they forbid me to speak to anyone, including myself, I shut everyone out. I didn't talk to anyone. I haven't spoken to my mum or my sister in years, I haven't spoken to Liam, Niall, or Zayn. I haven't spoken to my boss, my fans, no one. You probably noticed I didn't mention Louis. I broke the rules and I gave in and called him. Louis was my best friend for years. I actually fell in love with him. Before you ask, no I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. I called Louis and started talking to him. He was worried about me and I found out that he had mutual feelings. We dated for a few months, and they punished Louis for me talking to him. They ended up torturing him. It drove him to insanity, he was sent to a mental hospital where he refused to talk to me. He would let me visit him, he would let me hug him and kiss him, he just refused to speak to me. And that hurt. A lot. One day he finally spoke to me. He told me he loved me and that he was glad I was in his life. The next day I came to visit him, and he was gone. Hospital security said he had escaped somehow, and here I am three years later, still wondering where he is, or if he's even alive. It hurts because I love him. I'm so mad that he left me. i just want to know why. Why did he leave? Why did he leave me? What made him do this? I've been trying to move on, and I haven't been able to in a long time. But then I met you. I hit you accidentally with a door, and I found you intriguing. I want to know you. I need to know you. I need to know every little thing about you. And I don't know why. This is why I haven't spoken to you. I don't want them to do the same thing to you as they did to Louis.
I look at him in shock. I kept asking myself who "they" was. Are they people who have been torturing people for years? I want to know more about "they" and figure out who has done this to Harry, Louis, and potentially me if Harry slips up and talks to me.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I honestly don't know what else to say except I'm sorry." I sigh. He looks at me and nods. "Do you have a picture of Louis?" I ask him. He nods and taps on his phone, showing me a picture of a beautiful man. He has bright blue eyes, light brown hair, tattoos, facial hair, and he bright smile. I smile slightly. Of course Harry would fall for him. I would too.
"He's beautiful Harry." I smile. Harry gives me a big, genuine smile in return and nods. "I understand why you would fall for him. He seems nice."
He was. He was nice, funny, kind, loyal, open minded, outspoken, out going, sassy, honest, beautiful, and he had a beautiful heart. I hate what they did to him. I hate that I don't have him anymore.
"I'm sure wherever he is, he's thinking about you just as much as you think about him." I say. Harry looks down at his hands and I can almost read his mind saying, 'I hope'.
I want to find out more about Harry and "they". I want to find out what happened to Louis, and I want to help Harry find him again. I may like Harry just a tad, and he may like me, but we both know that he wants and needs Louis, wherever he is. I'm going to do everything I can to bring them together again, keep away "they" and finally hear Harry's voice.
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