Fated to Pretend : Chapter 1 ~ Larry Stylinson fanfic
WARNING: *~*~*IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE PROLOGUE do so here
ok so here’s me trying to embarrass myself yet again. the first chapter of fated to pretend! i hope you keep liking the story as it is! like i’ve mentioned before this is a chaptered fic and there’s gonna be a lot of drama and it’s REALLY MATURE. as usual feedback appreciated and wanted because you are all lovely (✿◠‿◠)
Fated to Pretend - A Larry Stylinson fanfic.
“How would you feel if the love of your life forgot who you were and then you couldn’t fuck them that night?”
a/n: I don’t even know what to say. Honestly. I never thought this fanfic would get as much reception as it did! Thank each and one of you for sending me those encouraging comments and for either liking, reblogging or even following me! MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.(✿ ♥‿♥)I really hope you continue to like the story and remember feedback is always welcomed <3 also a shoutout to my lovely as ever betas nicole & patricia, and also to dana who helped me map out the next few chapters <3
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“Who are you?” Louis’s feeble voice repeated again, his tone more urgent this time. He looked at his surroundings: all white, all sterile. Hospital, his brain chimed. “Am I in a hospital? Nurse! Nurse!” He shouted as loud as he could. It was a poor decision of his part; his voice faltered, raw and dry.
“Louis, stop playing, it’s not funny,” Harry said, his eyes focused on Louis’s completely dilated eyes. The younger boy figured if Louis were indeed playing, the blue orbs would give him away; but this wasn’t the case. Louis’s eyes were open wide in alert, blinking faster by the second. There was a look plastered on the bruised lad’s pale face that Harry had never seen before – at least not directed towards him. Fear, Harry’s brain suggested. It was fear. Louis Tomlinson was absolutely frightened of him.
“Louis, it’s me, Haz?” he tried again, this time softer as to not startle the lad.
Harry again tried to hold Louis’s shaky hands, but he only invigorated Louis’s trembles. The hospital bed Louis laid on shook forcibly, as he tried to separate himself as far as he could from the green eyed stranger that aggravated him so much.
Louis didn’t know how the boy in front of him knew his name or what he wanted, but he was absolutely sure he didn’t want to find out. “Nurse! Nurse!” Louis called one last time,
“Stop, Louis, stop,” Harry rose, approaching the bed. He was pleading. Louis needed to stop this sick joke right now.
Harry watched as Louis looked around for a panic button and reached out to press it. As he did so, the younger lad saw the deep purple bruises that interrupted Louis’s otherwise smooth skin. Harry didn’t have time to think whether the panic button worked or not—a nurse rushed in, alarmed by the patient’s call. She was startled to find one boy in bed, completely terrified, and another with his arms reaching out to the first boy. The next series of events happened in a blur: the nurse calling out security and several others approaching the room, determined to check Louis’s vitals. Harry never saw the security guard coming, but he surely felt him when he made a grab for his arm, pressing it hard.
“What are you doing to him?” Harry shouted as the guard struggled unsuccessfully to keep hold of him. He watched with wide eyes as another nurse scurried past him with a needle in her hand.
“What are you doing to him? Louis! Louis!”
“Take the boy out!” He heard one of them shout with such force that he stopped on his tracks. The security guard took the advantage and shoved him out of the room.
***
He was sitting in the waiting room area when he first heard them.
“Do you reckon Louis will mind that I ate all of the sweets?” Niall’s unmistakable voice reverberated through the room, causing a few head turns and a “shhh” from a passing nurse.
“Shut it, Niall. We don’t want to get in more trouble as it is,” Liam said without losing a beat as they walked-run to the rooms’ corridor. “Not even Zayn’s charms will save you like last time.”
At the mention of his name, Zayn looked up from his mobile phone, obviously occupied typing away. “Hey!” he complained, “my looks can work charms. Oh, look, there’s Harry!” Zayn pointed to the mess of a boy that sat clutching a cold coffee cup.
He looked worse than they had last seen him. They all knew Harry had been the worst to take it. They didn’t know exactly why, but they all had their suspicions. If Harry had looked bad in the previous weeks, he was looking like absolute shit right now. His eyes were bright red, his lips chapped. His gaze was vacant, as he stared at really no one. His cheeks revealed a few tears that hadn’t yet to dry, with one daring to make its way to the younger boy’s chin. He just sipped his cold coffee.
“Harry!” Liam exclaimed, earning another round of “shh’s”. “Is everything alright? Is he okay?”
“He’s just woken up… .Jay’s in there with him. They… wouldn’t…,” Harry’s voice broke as he tried holding in a sob that had been building up on his chest for the past hour. It hurt. It hurt more than anything Harry had ever felt. It hurt more than when his parents divorced, or more than when his sister moved away; there was absolutely nothing else in the world Harry could compare this haunting feeling to.
“Harry, are you are okay? What happened? HARRY!” Liam exclaimed, taking a hold of the teary boy’s shoulders and shaking him.
“They wouldn’t let me in… not after what happened,” Harry breathed, barely audible.
“After what happened? What do you mean, mate?” chimed in Zayn, worry plastered on his face.
Right after this inquiry, a doctor in white robes approached them.
“Where is him, Doc? Everything alright?” Niall asked.
“If you boys would wait out for a couple more minutes, I’m sure your friend would like some privacy as we run some exams,” the doctor told them as he lead them to the closed door. Harry remained seated. He couldn’t bring himself to hear the truth. He reckoned that as long as he didn’t hear the doctor’s prognosis about Louis’s condition, it wasn’t real.
“The good news is your friend woke up today.”
Three of the boys erupted in cheer, yet the doctor’s face remained cold like stone, his eyes guilt-ridden for he didn’t know how to deliver the following news. News that would definitely put an end to the happy smiles he saw before him.
“I am afraid I’ve got some bad news as well,” he paused, clearly distressed, “Mr. Tomlinson – your friend – appears to suffer from some level of amnesia. I’m sorry.”
Just as he had predicted, one by one the smiles of the young men in front of him faltered, until there were no more teeth in display. They blinked and swallowed hard and fidgeted with their pockets – clearly unsure on to how react.
“He can’t remember anything at all?” Zayn broke the silence while the other two boys remained shell-shocked.
“Not exactly,” the doctor began, obviously uncomfortable to be the one delivering this news. “You see, after the accident, Mr. Tomlinson obviously suffered from severe head trauma. Now -after our extensive care - he has successfully recovered up to a hundred percent.”
“Not a hundred percent if he can’t fucking remember who we are,” a raw voiced said out of nowhere. The lads turned to see Harry leaning against the wall, eyes glaring.
“He’s awake and breathing, isn’t he?” The doctor said impatiently. “Listen. I’m sure this must be hard for the four of you, but you should be glad that he even woke up at all. We’re bringing in our best amnesia specialist to work a few things out. Also, we’re setting your friend with a few meetings with the head of our physiology department. We are doing our best to ensure that he gets his memory back.”
“What if your best is not enough?” Harry’s troubled voice could be heard again. “Can you swear to me he’s gonna get it back?” he said, prodding the doctor hard in the chest.
“Stop it, Harry, stop it.” Liam yelled, as Niall and Zayn held Harry back from the doctor.
“Yeah, man, just listen to what the doc’s got to say,” the Irish of the pack whispered, clearly struggling to keep a hold on Harry’s shoulders.
“It’s not uncommon for patients who’ve had this… kind of trauma to suffer from memory lost. Now, I hope you keep patient and know that we are working our best.” And with that, the doctor - clearly upset after Harry’s childish behavior – opened the door to let the four boys in. One by one, each One Direction member entered the room. They had been instructed to remain as calm as possible and to not be hurt if Louis’s didn’t remember them. Jay was sitting in the chair that had been Harry’s for the past few weeks now, clutching his son’s hands. Harry noticed how Louis wasn’t recoiling from her touch – as Louis had done with his. As the room became overcrowded, Louis held his mom’s hands tighter, as if it were his anchor. This gesture only managed to carve just another deep scar in Harry’s chest—he understood that Louis honestly didn’t recognize the four heads in front of him.
“Hey mate, how you feeling?” asked Zayn first, patting the older boy’s shoulder lightly. Louis eyes widened in alarm at the touch and turned to look at Jay, who only gave him a reassuring smile.
“H- Hi…” was all Louis could muster.
“What’s crackin’, Lou?” said Niall, smiling from ear to ear. “I’m sorry I ate your chocolates, by the way. Liam told me not to eat them but I had been here watching you for a full 15 minutes and I was so hungry and I was like, ‘You know what, Louis’s such a man he won’t mind it, yeah?’”
“Oh, shut it, Niall. I doubt that’s worrying Louis right now,” cut in Liam, stepping up and extending his hand to Louis. “I’m Liam, by the way.”
Harry remained silent in a corner of the room, not even daring to face Louis. What was the use in introducing himself to Louis yet again? They had already met. They had done the introductions. They had already become friend. Then best friends. They had become partners in crime and then intimates and ultimately, lovers. Lovers. And that was precisely what was breaking Harry’s heart right at this second. Knowing that the only boy he had ever loved – perhaps the person he had ever loved the most – clearly had no recollection of all the things they had promised to each other - of all the love between them. He couldn’t look up to Louis because all he would find were going to be vacant scared eyes. Not Louis’s eyes that shinned whenever he told a joke. Not Louis’s mouth that twitched whenever he found something inappropriate funny. Not Louis’s hands that used to map the contours of Harry’s body in the late night. The boy in front of him wasn’t Louis – no, it wasn’t his Louis. And you’re not his Harry either, Harry thought, trying his best not to let a small tear fall down his face.
“Hi guys, I guess?” Louis’s uncertain voice brought the youngest boy back to reality.
“It’s all right, boo bear, these are your friends. You are very good friends, aren’t you, boys?” Jay suddenly asked directly to the boys, earning a snort from Harry.
“Yeah, buddie!” Niall chimed in, obviously the most unphased by this whole ordeal.
***
The boys said their goodbyes, waving at a still confused Louis – who was obviously overwhelmed by all the information he had had to take in. Each of the boys had introduced themselves and told Louis a few funny stories involving them, assuring him that he’d remember all of these in no time. They hadn’t told them yet about the band, as instructed by the doctor.
“Well, that went all right, I s’pose” started Liam, trying to hold the fort for all of the boys and earning a snort from Harry.
“If you ignore Louis’s complete lack of recognition towards, then yes, you could say this was fucking ace.”
“Oh stop it, Harry,” Liam replied shaking his head, “We just have to help him get there.”
“Help him get there?” Harry repeated, raising his voice.
“What? He seemed alright! It wasn’t as traumatic as I imagined it’d be,” Liam continued, obviously trying to lighten up the mood, “We just have to wait and see.”
“Wait and see? He can’t remember us, Liam.” Harry said, his temper clearly getting out of hand. He couldn’t believe just how calmed his friends were. How could the three of them just stand there and pretend everything was fine. Was he the only one who truly missed Louis? He wasn’t. But h
“Don’t you understand that? He cannot remember who we are, the lyrics to our songs, nothing. What’s gonna happen to the band, ah, Liam?” Harry continued, prodding Liam hard on the chest. All of the hate that was contained deep in his chest poured out of his mouth as he glared at the three lads in front of him. “What’s gonna happen to me?!” Harry shouted, shoving them to the side to make a path for himself.
“But you should-“
“No, Liam, no. Don’t you fucking try to pretend like everything’s fine, cause absolutely nothing is.”
And with that, the curly boy shoved his friends – who had somehow crowded him – once again and stormed out of the place with tears in his eyes and a broken heart, hoping their car was already outside.
