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Chapter Six

Louis walked home, the silence killed him. He hoped Harry was okay. Whoever had called him must have needed help. At least that's what Louis tried to convince himself of. He was worried that something was terribly wrong. He hoped that it was something minor.

 Louis opened the door to his flat and quickly went up to his room. He didn't want to talk to either one of his roommates, he'd rather be alone. At times Louis hated being alone, he hated the feeling of his mind slowly collapsing in on all of the happiness Louis ever had. But at times like these where Louis felt guilty, upset, and that he deserved it, he welcomed the thoughts. Recently he's been feeling that way a lot. He should have visited Harry, why didn't he visit Harry?

 Louis locked himself in his room for the rest of the night. 

The next morning he rinsed the dried blood off of his arms and felt the sting of the cold water from the shower. He went to work earlier than usual, hoping Harry would stop by. Today was Thursday, Louis' last day of work until he went back on Monday. Louis pulled a jumper over his petite body, along with some sweats and made his way out into the cold morning.

 When Louis got to work he moved slow and weighed down. He hoped that Harry would see him. If he didn't Louis would go to see Harry. He should have during the week, he knows he should have. But he couldn't. He couldn't let himself get so close to the boy. Louis had already fallen for Harry, that he knew. But what if Harry wasn't there to pull him up? What if Harry wasn't there to catch him? Then what?

 It was about time for Louis to close the store when he heard the bell ring. His heart leaped. He turned his head from the counter to see him. Harry. Louis couldn't help but run straight for the boy. Harry pulled him into a tight hug. "Lou! I'm so sorry about yesterday!" Harry exclaimed, hoping that Louis would understand. "I was so worried. What happened?" Louis was curious as to what made Harry leave him. "You see that call that I got was from Niall, he told me that the small leak in our ceiling had gotten worse. I had to get more buckets to contain the water." Harry said, a bit embarrassed that his building was old and run down. Harry and Niall didn't have enough money to get the crack fixed. "Oh Harry I'm sorry! Are you all alright?" Louis said. "We're fine, but do you mind if we talk for a while, I enjoy it when we do?" Harry said blushing as he added the last part. Louis walked over, flipped the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSE" and sat Harry down at their table.

 After they had talked for quite a while Louis had gotten enough courage to ask Harry the question he had been wanting to ask. "Harry, I don't have work tomorrow, do you think we could hangout?" Harry stared at Louis. He was amazed that someone like Louis would want to hangout with him. "Yes, I would love too!" Harry squealed with excitement. They went over their plan. Louis and Harry would meet at the bookshop and then go from there. They exchanged smiles and said their goodbyes and went on their ways. 

When Harry got back to his flat he told Niall all about what happened with him and Louis. "MATE! Why haven't you asked this man out? You two are obviously into each other. And the ship name could be, hmmmmm LARRY! Larry, that's absolutely perfect." Niall went on and on about how they were soulmates. Harry listened and thought about the fact that maybe Niall was right. Could they actually work? He wished more than anything else that it could. He hadn't known Louis for long but he felt like they were right. "Harry, Harry, HARRY," apparently Niall had been trying to get Harry's attention for quite some time because Niall was yelling in his ear. "Finally, I was saying about how you have to get his number tomorrow. You have too." Niall insisted that it would be easy. "Niall what if he doesn't like me?" Harry asked. Niall buckled over with laughter. "You have to be joking. He LOVES you." Niall said like it was the most obvious answer in the world. Because Harry knew that he loved Louis. He was in love with Louis. He was in love. And it didn't matter if they had known each other for two weeks or two years. Love is love Harry learned that at a young age and just hoped that the people around him felt the same. But this time, he needed for Louis to feel the same. Harry went to bed that night with a glimmer in his eye, as he was thinking of the blue-eyed boy. He hoped that wherever Louis was he was thinking about Harry. Harry was right. 

That night Louis was drowning again. But he wasn't drowning in himself. He was drowning in Harry. And that was good. Things were good for now, and that's what they both needed.