Don't Let Me Go - Larry Stylinson

outofstyles19: hey, i'm harry.

_louistommo: hi harry i'm louis.


In which a shy boy meets a certain blue-eyed someone online, but is too afraid to show his face.


17. 17


A / N: Mentions of self harm, stay safe guys, ily x

Louis' point of view...

2 weeks later

I was on my way home from work, about two minutes from my flat, when I got a phone call. I looked at my phone and saw Harry's name across the caller ID. I bit my lip. I couldn't answer the phone on the road, so I ignored the call. He stayed over my flat last night. I'd be home in a second, he's probably just missing me.

I drummed my thumb along the steering wheel, this feeling in my stomach that something wasn't right. Harry usually calls me after work, not while I'm on the road. He knows the time I start driving, so why would he call me now unless something was wrong?

I pulled up to my place and got out of my car, feeling mildly anxious. I went to unlock the door, seeing it was already unlocked. What the hell?

I walked inside and called his name, "Haz? I'm home babe."

I didn't get a reply.

I chewed my lip, kicking off my shoes and heading to the kitchen. No sign of him. He wasn't in the living room, he wasn't anywhere in sight. "Harry? Babe where are you?" I called, my stomach feeling tight.

I looked to my left and saw that the bathroom door was closed.


"Harry?" I called again, going to open the door but it was locked. He was in there for sure. "Harry!" I yelled, throwing my weight against the door. "Harry! Open the fucking door Harry!" I rammed my shoulder against the door, over and over again. "Harry please open the god damn door!" Tears were falling down my cheeks, I was breathing hard. Why wasn't he answering me?

Finally, the door swung open with one final body slam and the sight that met me was one I wasn't prepared to see. Harry had his head in his hands, slid down to his knees, against the wall. My razor was on the floor, dotted with beads of blood.

I ran to him and dropped to my knees, grabbing his face in my hands. "Harry, baby, look at me." His eyes were watery, his bottom lip was shaking. He rasped, "I'm so sorry Louis. I'm so sorry I didn't want to I didn't want to, I'm sorry."

I brought him closer to me, encasing him in my arms. His left arm had a few shallow cuts going along his wrist, but it was nothing serious. They were more like scratches.

"Why Harry," I sobbed. "Why. Tell me why."

He buried his face in my neck, crying softly. He stuttered quietly, "I w-went out for a walk. I just wanted t-to get some air before you came home. I wasn't feeling well today... I didn't wanna tell y-you, I'm sorry I didnt tell you, I-I didn't want to worry you. I came back to the f-flat and it... it was like I was in a dream. I couldn't think, all I could think of was how badly I felt."

I ran my fingers though his hair, hushing him softly and rubbing his back. "Baby you should have told me." I whispered and slowly lifted him to his feet. "Come on. I'll clean you up."

He looked at me with worried eyes, "A-are you mad at me Lou-Louis?" I gently stroked his cheek with the back of my hand, "No baby of course not. I just wish you would have told me."

I rinsed a cloth and gently dabbed the dried blood off his arm. I cleaned the wounds and wrapped his arm in a bandage, sliding down the sleeve of his sweater. I softly kissed his forehead and held him close again. "I love you Hazza. And I hate it when you're sad. I hate when you hurt yourself, because you might as well be cutting me. That's what it feels like when I see these scars."

Harry sniffled, wiping his nose softly and hiding in my embrace. "Did you eat anything for lunch today?" I asked softly, playing with his curly hair. He shook his head softly, nuzzling my shoulder. "Come on then. I'll make the microwave macaroni crap you like and we can watch a film."

"It's not crap." He defended.

I smiled and kissed his head, "Tastes like crap." He pouted and folded his arms, "I like my macaroni. So stick it." I chuckled and kissed his pouty lips, "I know baby. Come on then, let's go have some macaroni."


NiallHorny: hello

NiallHorny: it's me

LouisTommo: bye ✋🏻

NiallHorny: suck shit tomlinson

HarryInStyles: it was so peaceful before you came online niall

NiallHorny: oh button it. i have news

LouisTommo: did you finally sprout a brain?

NiallHorny: neck yourself.

NiallHorny: as i was SAYING... i have news. monica and i are no longer a going concern and liam and i have been flirting quITE a bit 😏😏

LouisTommo: would you like a Grammy with that?

HarryInStyles: liam doesn't like blonds??

NiallHorny: well he likes me so stick it up your big fat butt


DaddyPayne: who let the dogs out

HarryInStyles: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

NiallHorny: daddy!!!!!!

LouisTommo: *gags*

DaddyPayne: niall have you worn the panties i bought you yet?

NiallHorny: wearing them right now papi ;)

HarryInStyles: im going yo end myself

NiallHorny: *to

DaddyPayne: who gives a fuck about spelling -.-

LouisTommo: those who graduated highschool

NiallHorny: eat shit louis -.-

DaddyPayne: excUSE me. i graduated with honors

HarryInStyles: liam your diploma isn't an honor, everyone gets one

LouisTommo: 😂😂😂😂😂😂


HarryInStyles: 🙄

NiallHorny: im horny

LouisTommo: what else is new

HarryInStyles sent a photo!



NiallHorny: harry where the flying duck penis did you get that?

LouisTommo: harry are you telling me you shove a cucumber up your arse?¿?¿?¿?

NiallHorny: i hate everything rn

HarryInStyles: louis the macaroni is done


HarryInStyles: wow tough love

DaddyPayne: now im hungry

NiallHorny: come over, you can have whats in my pants, freshly steamed ;)

LouisTommo: jFC

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