One Direction- The Larry Stylinson Tragedy (Larry Stylinson and Niam Bromance)

Harry Styles wants to admit his love for his best friend, Louis Tomlinson, once their last concert of the tour is over. Little does he know about the tragic events that are going to happen. Will Harry live or not? Will Niall and Liam also confess their love for each other?


26. Home

Louis POV:

The train comes to a stop at the station near my hometown. Harry calls and asks for assistance with the bags since he has to get me. Someone comes and carries the bags off of the train while I am put back on that weird lift.

We get off the train and Haz set me down on the chair and we go into the station and ask to rent a car. (A/N: I’m not sure how train stations are there so it’s just all made up) I go and wait with the bags while he gets the whole car thing sorted out.

"I got us a simple car. It’s a decent size though," he says.

"Aright," I say.

I roll myself outside down the ramp and over to the running car. It is a large SUV.

"Haz, why did you get something so large?" I ask.

"Well our bags are big-ish and we also have to fit that chair," he says.

I shrug and go over to the passenger door while Harry puts the bags in the back.

He walks over to me and lifts me up into the car. He collapses the wheelchair and shoves it in the back.

He closes the trunk and walks over to the driver’s side.

"Just tell me where to go and I’ll get us there," Harry says.

I begin to give instructions on how to get to my old house and he drives carefully, making sure not to run anything over because this is such a big car.

"Are you excited?" Haz asks me.

"Mhm! hopefully my sisters won’t be too big of a nusence," I say rolling my eyes.

"Lou, don’t worry about it. I will be fine," he says, grabbing my hand in his.


About 30 minutes later, we are on the street to my house. I am almost jumping with excitement.

We park on the street since there is already a car in the driveway.

Harry puts the car in park and gets out, turning the car off.

He walks to the back of the car and gets the wheelchair but then closes the trunk.

He comes over and opens my door.

"Harry, what about the bags?" I ask.

"Don’t worry about them," he says. "I will come out and get them later."

"Alright," I say as harry picks me up.

Haz is now rolling me up to the house.

We get to the door and he presses the doorbell.

We hear movement in the house and a moment later, my mum answers the door.

It takes her a second to realize it was be on the other side.

"Louis! Honey! How are you?!" she asks, hugging me tight.

"Mom, not so tight," I say.

My whole body still hurts from the incident.

She loosens her grip, but still remains in a hug.

"I’m good, just thought I should surprise you with a visit!" I say.

"Well I am definitely surprised!" she says.

She looks up at Haz and walks over to him, giving him a huge hug.

"Thank you so much for taking such good care of him," she says.

Harry hugs her back and nods his head.

We all get quiet and my mom. Bursts out saying, "Come in! Come in! The girl’s most happy to see you! I told them about you two as well so there might be some screaming."

I laugh as harry braces for impact while we go in the house.

"Girls!" my mom says in a singing voice. "Girls, come out here!"

"Only Lottie and Fizzy are here Lou," My mom says. "The others are out with their friends and probably won’t be back until tomorrow."

They freeze in the middle of the hall and then realize I have come home. They run at me, as fast as they can and almost jump on me, but stop before they do, realizing that I am still slightly in pain. 

They come over and give me a huge, loving hug. I have missed these girls very much.

"We have missed you around here," Lottie says.

"Yeah, I miss you," Fizzy says. 

"I miss you too," I say. 

The two walk up to harry and give him a big hug. Harry hugs them back in surprise.

"You better treat Louis well or we will be after you," Lottie says, jokingly. 

"Don’t worry girls," Harry says. "I promise he will be treated like royalty."

"Good," They both say.

Lottie pushes me in the wheel chair around the living room probable 10 times before she gets tired.

We were all laughing while she was doing this, including myself. 

Lottie stops in the middle of the room and goes and plops down on the couch next to my mom and Fizzy.

Harry pushes me to a corner of the room and I look at him questioningly.

"What?" He asks. "I am just moving your chair. I’m going to take you over to the smaller couch, don’t worry."

I don't know why I thought he was leaving me in the corner...

Harry picks me up and he walks over to the smaller couch. We sit down and I turn on the TV. 

"So how are you doing with all of the scars?" My mom asks me. 

"It’s alright I guess. Still hurts some, but it will get better," I say. 

"Can I see the scars?" Lottie asks me.

"Lottie!" My mom says in awe. 

"Mum, it is fine," I say. I try to stand on my good leg and harry grabs my waist.

"Can you stand on your own?" He asks.

"Just hold my waist so I don’t fall," I say. 

Harry nods and grabs my hips as I balance on my right leg, which isn’t comfortable because of the cut on my thigh. 

I lift my shirt up, and hear my mom shriek and Lottie and fizzy gasp. Lottie gets up and looks at it closer. 

"Does it hurt?" Lottie asks, lightly running her fingers over my back.

"Yeah," I say honestly. 

She looks down toward my knee and sees one of the stitching’s. 

"Louis, do you have stitches?" She asks. 

"Yeah, I do."

"What happened?" she asks.

I lift my shorts up some so the massive cut that runs up my thigh is showing. 

She looks at it for a minute then gives me a hug around the waist, avoiding Harry’s hands, supporting me.

Lottie goes and sits back down my mum and I sit back down on Harry’s lap. 

"I'm so sorry this happened to you," My mum says.

"Thanks," I say. "I am too. I really hope that they catch her."

I pull up my sleeves, exposing the deep marks from where the rope was that was suspending me in the air. 

"Louis?" my mum asks. "Were you hanging by your hands?" She asks.

"I think so," I say. “I can't remember much of what happened besides the night before I was found."

She nods. 

"Well I don't know about you all," I say. "But I am starving."

We all agreed. 

We decided to go to the old pizza parlor. 

We all rode in the same car that harry rented because it was big enough and Harry drove us to dinner. 

Harry was strangely quiet on the car ride there. I could tell something was up, but I would wait until private time to ask him. Maybe tonight. Yeah, that would work. 

We arrive at the parlor and harry helps me into my chair. I give him a kiss while he sets me down. 

I roll myself inside the restaurant and we go find a table big enough for the five of us. We sit in the back of the restaurant and a waiter comes up and takes our drink orders. 

"So, what do we want on our pizzas?" I ask. 

"How many are we getting?" My mum asks.

"Two larges," I say. 

"Hmm, how about half peperoni and half cheese on one," My mom says.

"And I think I’ll take sausage and cheese on my half. What about you Haz?"

"Pepperoni," Harry says. 

The waiter comes back and takes the order.

"So how are the others?" My mum asks.

"They are good," I say. 

"I think Zayn might ask Perrie to marry her soon," Harry says.

"Yeah, it’s getting more serious between them. They seem to be happier than ever," I say. 

"That is great!" She says. 

We talk about whatever comes up. Usually what has been going on during the past year.

About thirty minutes later, our pizzas come out.

"Thank you," I say.

I take a slice of my pizza and take a bite.

"This is just as good as I remember,” I say. 

"This is so good," Harry says.

I laugh and Nod my head. 

We finish the rest of our pizza and head home. Nothing interesting really happened between dinner and getting home. It was mostly quiet. 

"Well," I say. "I am going to head off to bed."

"Alright Hun, Night!" My mom says. The two girls come and hug me goodnight. 

"Night Harry!" My mum calls. 

"Good night!"

We get into the room and Harry lays on the bed and starts to break down crying.

I know something is not good and he has been holding it in all night.



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