2 YEARS AGO

•~Chapter 16~•

(LOUIS)

"What the hell happened in Birmingham?"

"Too much."

"C'mon Louis, dont keep me in the dark man, i get back from my injury break to find this."

"And you're asking me," i laugh out loud, "he's your bestfriend Niall."

"Not right now, he's not."

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't even spoken to me since i got back."

So Harry has been completely different since we all got back from Birmingham. Everyone except Niall who had to go home for a month because he had abdominal injuries from the fight he was involved in. I was not the least bit surprised to find out that Harry hadn't spoken to him. I can't say he'd have anything to say about his recent behaviour.

For a month, while Niall was away, i had to witness his bestfriend get embarassingly drunk, stoned on God knows what or sleep around with whoever looked his way. Ofcourse i wasn't stalking Harry or anything but it's really hard to miss a high person that randomly decides to strip naked on a pool table. Yes, he striped down to nothing at a party and while some people watched in awe, others were just as bewildered as me. Sometimes i'd help him get back to his dorm because i knew he wouldn't remember a thing the next day. He'd just wake up snuggled in his blankets with an asprine and water by his bedside. Then he'd proceed to walk straight past me in the coffee shop or wherever, not even a clue that im the reason he's not bladdy dead.

Other times, i'd try and help him but he would either be so drunk, he'd start seducing me, or he wouldn't be drunk enough, and he'd say absolute nonsense to offend me. Whichever way, i'd end up getting mad and leaving him half unconscious on some person's couch just hoping he wouldn't get raped or worse.

A week ago

"Gosh Harry, why do you have to be so damn tall," i grumbled while trying to get this tall, drunk, curly haired boy to his dorm. He had an arm over me while i gripped his waist and lets just say if i didn't work out so much, my back would probably be broken.

"You like me tall," he slurred and i know it was supossed to come out sexy but he was too drunk to sound anything more than a six year old.

"Shut up and walk straight before we both fall." I demanded.

"..but im gay..," he pouted while looking down at me with puppy eyes like a child.

"Okay, then just shut up" i laughed at his silliness.

"Make me." He stated and i'd just love to see the look on his face if he actually knew what he was saying.

"Trust me, real Harry wouldn't want that."

"Who's Harry?" he asked very seriously and i thought...why not?

"Harry is this jerk that's so full of himself, he probably admires his shit. And he swings his hair so much thinking it's actually nice when in reality, my bathroom mop looks better."

"Mhm he sounds like an idiot."

"He is," i smiled, trying so hard to push away the fact that he won't remember calling himself an idiot tomorrow.