#sttyles

            It had been almost three months now and Louis had not heard a single word from Harry Styles. It was as if Harry had completely lost any possible interest in Louis and moved on with his life, leaving Louis alone and confused. There had been no transitions or signs or warnings. It was just a sudden and heart-wrenching cut off.

            At first, Louis thought something bad had happened and he worried nonstop for several days. He would constantly check Skype but Harry was never on. About a week later, his account was deleted. Harry must have been avoiding Louis because, not soon after that, Harry was posting stuff about his tour on his Twitter and there were loads of pictures of him and Eleanor plastered on every tabloid Louis could find. The sight of them hand-in-hand cut Louis’ already wounded heart deeper than he imagined it should. But he couldn’t shake the fact that he craved the feeling he got whenever he was around Harry. Louis couldn’t stand that Eleanor was getting all the attention now. Mainly, Louis just wanted to know what he had done wrong and why Harry was suddenly ignoring him. Maybe he just got tired of me… Louis thought sadly. But Harry had always come off as such a genuine person and it didn’t make sense that he would just drop him like that. Yet, here Louis was, the idiot who had believed that he could actually mean something to some big celebrity like Harry Styles.

            Louis began to question and analyze the times that they had shared but when he thought back, everything that Harry had said and done seemed too real to be a ruse. Louis just couldn’t believe that Harry would do something like this. It just wasn’t the Harry that Louis had come to call a best mate.

            It had taken Louis quite a while to get over the estrangement once again. Louis felt like he was on some twisted Harry Styles roller coaster. Harry had shown up so abruptly in his life after so much time and then left, leaving Louis a mess. Then Harry waltzed right back into Louis’ life and then just as quickly left once again. It didn’t feel healthy for Louis. It was like he was going through withdrawals from a Harry addiction. Louis couldn’t remember the last time that he had been so dependant on somebody.

            Louis didn’t have much of a choice but to get over it. At first, moving on had been hard. He swallowed his humility and pain silently and continued on with his life the best he could manage. Rachel had bugged him about what was wrong and even forced him to take several days off but Louis wouldn’t confide in her what was wrong. He didn’t want to talk about it and he felt bringing it up was just counterproductive.

            Louis threw himself into his work. He worked as many hours as Rachel would allow and tried to fill his time and mind with anything that didn’t remind him of Harry. It was hard because he had become such an integral part of Louis’ life and happiness that, without him, everything was dull in comparison.

            What Louis missed most of all was being able to hear Harry’s laughter. When Harry had been staying in Louis’ apartment, that laugh had bellowed through the entirety of the complex, making the place seem more alive and vivid than it had ever been. Even the laughter that had come from the tiny speakers of the laptop resonated with life that had warmed Louis’ core. Now that it was gone, nothing shined quite so brightly and everything lacked a certain appeal. It was as if Harry had left and taken any sense of life with him.