Larry Stylinson


4. Chapter Four

I woke up, looking around at the whiteness surrounding me. "Hello?" I called out, it echoing.
"Harry?" Someone called back.
"...Eleanor?" I tried following the voice, soon meeting up with her.
"Harry, what's happening? I'm scared."
"I don't know. What do you last remember?" I asked, being nice, though she was rude to me.
"I was driving... I swerved to not hit a dog, but hit something else."
"...I was hit by a car..."
"Did... Did I hit you?"
"Why are you being so nice?"
"We could could both be dead. And if not, then I'm sorry. I'll be nicer."
"...I don't want to be dead... Even if Louis hates who I am, there's the boys, the band, the fans... Oh god, the fans!" I paced, holding my head.
"Harry, calm down." I heard, but it wasn't Eleanor. It was Louis. "Please, calm down..." I looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from, but it sounded like from all over. "Calm down, Hazza..."
I took a deep breath to calm myself. "We have to find a way out."
"I'm not leaving you here by yourself."
"No buts. I'm helping you, and we're both getting out of this, alive."

After looking around for an exit, we found one.
"Harry, there's a sign."
I looked around, my eyes setting on the warning above a door. "If two, only one may pass and live. The other..." I read out loud, not daring to read what happens to the other.
"You go, Harry. You're more loved."
"I'm not going without you."
"Harry. Go."
"No. I'm not. We'll go together."
"Will it work?"
"I'm not sure." We walked to the door and she opened it. I took a deep breath. "Tell Louis I say hi." My hands landed on her back and I pushed her through the door, closing it before she could do anything. The door slowly disappeared and I fell over, blacking out.

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