Bruises

Chapter 6

Harry was pissed. Really pissed. Everything that could go wrong, had. His alarm hadn't gone off so he'd had to get dressed and run out without food or washing. His car had refused to start so he'd had to run but halfway there it had started to rain. So he'd arrived, 15 minutes late and soaking wet.

Then, at lunch, he'd realised his fly was open and that he didn't have money for lunch. On his way out he had bumped onto the regulation dickheads who had yelled some homophobic shit and shoved him around a bit. Luckily a teacher had come round the corner and Harry was able to escape with no serious injuries. What the fuck was their problem though? Like seriously, what had he ever done to them? Twats.

Now, he was hungry, damp, cold and angry.

As he opened his flat door, there was a loud crash from the kitchen. Harry stormed through to find Louis standing above a smashed mug. There was food all over the counters and the room was a complete mess. This was the spark to light the inferno.

"What the fuck Louis!? That was my grandmas mug you fucking idiot! And- what the fuck have you done to my kitchen!? Huh? You careless fucking idiot! Don't you ever think!?"

"I'm really sor-"

"No! Just shut up!  What are you even doing here!? You just arrived and started sticking your stupid nose into my life- making me feel stuff! I don't need you or this 'feelings' crap! I was fine without you! Just fuck off!"

Louis' lip trembled. "Ok" he whispered before running past Harry. Out of his flat and out of his life.

Harry stood on the middle of his kitchen, breathing heavily, the realisation of what he'd just done was slowly dawning. He slumped into a chair and put his head in his hands. What had he done? Ruined his life, that's what. The only thing he had to look forward to. His Louis. His beautiful, beautiful Louis. Harry remembered his face when he yelled at him. Broken.

Louis had always been cheerful, hidden his feelings but Harry had made him crack. He'd broken the only light in his life and there was no way to fix it. Louis hated him. Louis wasn't coming back.

Harry lay his head on the table and cried.

I'm so sorry. That was so unrealistic. It gets better...I think. Anyhoo I won't be able to upload til Thursday ish. (yeah, like she did anyway) sorreh bout that too. Xox beautiful people §§§