The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Twenty five

Sorry for the late updates......... I was really busy

Harry couldn't sleep last night.

Louis' sudden departure bugged him. He guessed that it had something to do with the phonecall he received yesterday. He wished that it had nothing to do with his relationship with Louis but the way the latter boy spoke to him before leaving felt like it had everything to do with their relationship. What would happen when he meets Louis again? Will it be like the day after the party night when he met Louis first time after two years? Will Louis pretend like he never really liked him? What would be his reaction if Harry told him how much he loved him? How would he respond if Harry asked him out today? Harry tried to prepare for the worst possible. Heartbreak. Louis telling him to never see him again. But it wouldn't be the first time for him so it should be fine. It should be okay. Harry's gonna be okay. He would still fight for his love. He would never let him go. He was not sixteen year old Harry anymore who didn't know what heartbreak felt like. He was not the same eighteen year old Harry who expected Louis to finally accept him after two years of longing. He was different now. He knew Louis' boundaries even though he didn't know the exact cause yet. He would make Louis his no matter what. No matter how much he tried to walk away, Harry would chase after him. Even if it would cost him his entire lifetime.

"Harry it's getting late, wake up!", Niall shouted from the living room. Harry was still in bed with eyes wide open. Though he had prepared himself to face today, his body didn't move. He struggled hard to get up from the bed and finally finish his daily chores.

Their classes went as usual and Harry couldn't concentrate in any subjects. His head was filled with anticipation of seeing Louis and facing the consequences. Niall and Cassie knew that something was up but they didn't ask him too many questions and he was thankful. Soon, both of them went back to their respective rooms and Harry stayed in the campus for boxing practice.

He didn't see him all day. He was nowhere near his classes, not in the cafeteria, nor in the football field. Harry's heart started preparing itself for the worse. It wouldn't stop beating wildly. He could've called him, but he didn't. He couldn't even bring himself to text him. Their goodbye kiss last night was something that carved a permanent mark on his chest. He hated the fact that he could read Louis' eyes easily and last night, they looked so distant and broken that Harry's voice got clogged up in his throat and he couldn't even stop him from leaving.

Then he saw him, sitting on the lonely bench near the football field, smoking cigarette. He was looking at a nearby treetop, unmoving.

"Louis!", Harry called him.

He didn't look back.

Harry's feet resisted but he somehow brought himself to run towards him.

"Where have you been?! I didn't see you at lunch, your friends said you didn't attend classes either. You didn't even attend football practice this morning. What's wrong?", Harry asked nervously, standing behind him.

Louis looked down for a while and he took out a pair of shades and wore them. Then he turned to face Harry.

"I wanted to sit here for a while. Didn't feel like talking to anyone", he said plainly.

Harry's eyes moved towards the pack of cigarettes near him. Louis had probably smoked the entire thing.

"How long have you been sitting here and smoking nonstop?! What the hell is wrong with you?", Harry pulled the last cigarette out of Louis' mouth and threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

"You know very well that smoking is prohibited in the campus!", Harry said.

Louis chucked, "That's why I'm sitting here, very few people know this place, they often come here to do......things", he said with a tiny smile.