Held On Close [ Larry Stylinson ]

Harry

"Ugh!!!" I screamed. I paced back and forth around the room. I was trying to think; where was Louis going? Who was that girl? How am I going to expense this house? Louis was gone, he was the wall I had to climb, and it felt like it had just crashed on me. I ran upstairs to our room, and stared at all these pictures in those frames, and started to tear up.

Some pictures were from when we used to make music, record songs. Other were from our trips, and early morning wake ups. I quickly broke out into tears, and fell on the bed. I snatched a pillow and screamed in it. I still couldn't believe he was gone.
"Stop, stop crying Harry .." I said to myself softly. My gut was telling me to move on, but my mind was still filled with all these memories.

I got up off the bed, somehow I had to manage this house alone, I had enough money.. For everything. It was going to be hard, but I had to work this out alone enough to make it easy.

I walked to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. Those green/hazel eyes looking me back, that curly hair brushed into different sequences. People change, and I certainly wasn't going to.

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