Who are you?

chapter 16

"Harry, please answer, I want to explain everything now that I'm not suffering a hangover, and I think you deserve to know everything that's been going on since I got here," Louis said to Harry's voice mailbox for what felt like a hundred times. It's been two days since their "fight", and Harry has yet to acknowledge Louis' existence. 

Louis clicked end call and looked at his phone for a moment, wishing that it would light up with a notification from Harry. When it unsurprisingly didn't, Louis sighed, setting the phone down beside him. After a couple days of thinking, he understood where Harry could get the wrong idea. He did. It wasn't like he was wring either, considering Louis thought reconnecting with Harry was the key out of this false world. He just didn't expect to develop actual feelings for this world's Harry, and that's what the younger band member didn't yet understand. 

They were about four hours out from Spain, their next destination, meaning Louis had about four hours to figure out what exactly he would say to Harry given the chance he was willing to talk. He could always just be honest, say what his initial plan was and take the consequences. He could also try to get Harry to feel bad for his situation, but he would hate to take advantage of his kind heart. It was a lose lose situation, honestly. He just hoped that they could at least get some closure.

He closed his eyes for a couple seconds, thinking about how he could get Harry to listen when they were finally at their location. They never had fights too bad in the other world, and even if they did, this Harry could have a completely different way of accepting apologies. 

His eyes were closed for about five minutes when it hit him. Scrambling up, Louis quickly grabbed his notebook and the closest writing utensil to him and started writing. 

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Louis finally managed to get some rest once they reached the hotel. It wasn't like he was ungrateful for the bus bunks, the producers bus was much nicer than the other one, but he was never one for long trips in the first place. He had grown used to them over the years, but he didn't like them anymore, especially without the boys. Without Harry. 

"Louis? You in there?" A voice asked from the other side of the door. Louis groaned, not wanting to move out of bed, but managed a quick, "Yeah" out anyway. 

"Can you let us in?" The voice asked. Louis was now awake enough to tell that it was Zayn's, but that didn't make him want to leave his bed any more than he already did. Reluctantly, however, Louis decided it was best to find out what they wanted now rather than later. 

"You look like shit mate," was the first thing Liam said to Louis from behind Zayn. Zayn nudged an elbow back at Liam, as if to indicate that they weren't there to offend him in any way. 

"Liam told me about what happened with Harry," Zayn started before Louis could say anything to Liam's comment. Louis let out a deep breath at that. 

"You  must hate me now too then, huh," Louis said, looking down. He knew he never told Liam to not say anything, but he also assumed it was a given. Not to mention the fact that Liam and Zayn had barely ever talked in this world. 

"No, actually. I understand where you're coming from actually. I would react the same way if I were in your position," Zayn said, and Louis' head snapped back up. Liam's face held a soft smile, while Zayn held a more comforting facade. 

"You do?" Louis asked, his voice suddenly sounding quieter. He hated that his voice would betray him like that, but he wasn't surprised at all. He was scared that Zayn was about to tell him off and ask him to leave, similar to what Harry did, but he also knew there was a chance that Zayn would be cool about the whole thing.