The Boy That Doesn't Talk // ls

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Niall's POV:

Zayn and Liam stayed the night last night, but made sure to leave before Harry woke up. The three of us tried to get Louis to talk to him/us but he wouldn't respond and so we still don't know what made him leave and break up with Harry.

Now it's nine am and I have to wake Harry up. I've been dreading doing this because I don't know how he's going to react. He's never been so heartbroken the second he was broken up with so there's no way of telling how the future is going to go.

I tip toe along the corridor from my room to his and knock on the door. He doesn't respond, so I decide to turn the knob and walk right in. Its brave but we have to leave soon.

"Good morning." I say hesitantly. Harry grunts what I assume is meant to be a return of the words. "I made you breakfast"

"You did what?" He asks. All of a sudden he's sat up straight. He looks awful, like he didn't sleep a wink last night. His clothes still on and ruined, his hair going in all directions and his eyes puffy and red.

"I uh- made you breakfast" I repeat myself.

"What did you make?" Harry asks, he's very sceptical. I'm not surprised, considering I never share food, let alone make it for someone else.

"Pancakes. Just how you like them" I tell him. He nods and flops back on the bed. "You have to get up, we're leaving in an hour"

With a sigh, Harry sits up and throws the covers off himself to stand up. He wobbles a bit, then follows me to the kitchen where we sit either side of the table and tuck into my lovely food in silence.

"How are you feeling?" I ask to break the uncomfortable silence and tension filling the room.

"I don't want to talk about it" Harry snaps.

"Well if you don't talk about it, you're going to feel like this the whole tour and that'll be no fun for me, you or the fans" I say to him. I know I'm right. He's going to ruin it for everyone if he doesn't get things off his chest and let himself feel emotions.

"If we talk about it and you don't know any more about why he did it then I do, what use is that?" Harry asks, playing with a piece of pancake with his fork.

"I don't know anything more than you do bu-"

"Then this conversation is over" he tells me. Then he stands up, takes his plate to the sink and leaves the room.
I'm left to sit alone and finish my food...and his which he decided not to finish.

Any luck with Louis?

Zayn: he won't open the door. How's harry?

Not good. He won't talk to me and is very angry

Zayn: sorry bro

Me too

I don't know what happened

Zayn none of it is really our fault. They'll work it out, I'm sure :)

But we're on tour from today and with him in such a sucky mood, it's going to be ruined

Zayn: I'll try and get something out of Louis to comfort him