The YOLO Project: A Harry Styles Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Three

Those next couple days were just full of worry and regret for Harry. He had began packing up his apartment, and by the end of the week, his once cozy home was bare. While he was packing he found little trinkets and souvenirs from when he went on tour with the boys. The memories rushed back to him, and he almost found himself happy for the slightest moments. It was nice to think about the days before all of this nonsense happened.

Louis actually came over a lot to help Harry pack, even though Simon had apparently told the boys not to associate with him. They would spend the whole day laughing at old things they found and shoving them into random boxes, and then he would stay over until 1 in the morning watching movies.

After Louis left, all of the happiness completely left Harry. He would spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about the future ahead of him. Hell, if he even had a future.

If things got really bad, he would get up and check the news. The news was blown up with made up stories about him, not a single one close to what was really going on. It bothered the hell out of Harry. If Simon would have said the truth, it would have been much easier on him. Even if he still had to leave the band.

Louis was kind of like a pick me up for Harry. He would make him smile in the weirdest of ways. Like one day he brought over the movie Twilight and they had a play fight over Team Edward or Team Jacob. Another day he brought over Starbucks Coffee, which was Harry’s favorite, and they sat and had small talk about the upcoming tour for One Direction, and other random things. His favorite day of that short week though, was then he brought over blankets and they made a fort in the middle of his empty living room.

Louis was like a huge 5 year old with a big heart. Harry always loved that about him.

On the last day when the moving van sat outside of Harry’s apartment, Louis and Ed were the only people that stood outside to say goodbye. The other boys had decided to play it safe, and just shot him a text. It kind of ticked him off, to think that his best friends didn’t even want to see him in person.

But of course, Harry was a nobody now. Their careers were more important than him.

He was lucky he wasn’t moving too far away. His mother’s tiny house was only a few hours outside of London. She had moved there so she could be closer to Harry. It wasn’t really necessary though now.

It was actually a decent day outside when Harry picked up the last box and brought it outside to have it packed up. At least that would be something to make Harry’s day a little bit easier.

Louis was the first person he pulled into a tight and desperate embrace. He didn’t want to leave him. He was his best friend. Actually, more like a brother.

He had helped him through thick and thin, gave him advice on everything he needed to, made life a little more fun, and always kept Harry in either surprise or complete happiness.

 He was the world to him.

“I’m going to miss you Hazza.” Lou smiled, although there was a little sparkle in the corner of his eye.

“I’ll miss you too Boobear.” Harry chuckled, but wanted to burst into tears after. He would have to stop doing that. The whole crying thing….

“Keep in touch alright?”

“I will.”

Harry moved over to Ed, even though he had so much more he wanted to say to Louis. He had expected the goodbye to be more spectacular than that.

But he couldn’t complain, especially after the night when they had the fort….

He pulled himself out of that flashback before it could happen, and gave Ed a huge hug. Ed’s bigger figure almost squished Harry’s now fragile figure.