The Wedding ✔

Chapter 27

Harry and Zayn had barely placed a foot inside Zayn and Liam's room when they already heard Liam yelling.

"COME HERE, COME HERE! NIALL FINALLY CALLED!"

Harry and Zayn ran into the bedroom and found Liam sitting on the bed, literally shaking for excitement.

"Well?" Harry questioned impatiently.

"What did he say?" asked Zayn. "Everything okay?"

Liam nodded and Harry sighed in relief, but tensed up when Liam said, "They went to a bar last night and Niall needed to carry Louis and Ed out. According to Niall, they both have pretty bad hangover. Niall's fine, apparently."

"Wait, what?" Harry exclaimed. "They went to a bar? Niall and Ed took him to a bar? WHAT THE HELL?"

"Apparently?" said Liam, confused. "Oi, Niall send me a photo. He says it's from last night when he had carried them to the taxi."

Zayn peered over Liam's shoulder and chuckled. "They look cute."

"Guys!" Harry raged, pulling his hair. "Concentrate! They took him to a bar! What the hell is wrong with them? He had a code red and they decide that it's okay to fix it with alcohol?"

Zayn grinned. "Harry. Niall's Irish. What did you expect?"

"Besides, Louis' fine", said Liam, reading another text message. "Niall says that Louis and Ed are cuddling in Louis' bed, whining and blaming Niall and telling him to go to Hell because apparently he's too lively and cheerful. According to Niall, they are rather bitter because Niall doesn't have a hangover."

Zayn snorted. "If you ask me, Louis is pretty much okay at the moment."

"Good", Harry said, pouting rather angrily if that's even possible.

"Good that Louis is somewhat normal again or good that they're blaming Niall for everything?" asked Zayn.

"Good that they're blaming Niall", Harry muttered, vexed. He was angry, for serious. Alcohol was never the answer but still Niall and Ed had made Louis think that it was the answer. Idiot. They shouldn't have done that. Harry wanted to call Niall and—

"Holy—", Harry slapped his hand to cover his mouth, and stared at Zayn and Liam with wide eyes. He hadn't realised it earlier which was really weird since it was kind of obvious. Niall and Ed were with Louis so it was very likely that they had borrowed a charger to Louis.

Louis phone might be alive again.

Harry might be able to contact Louis.

"What?" asked Liam.

Harry stood up. "I need to— whatever, see you guys later."

"What?" asked Zayn, frowning. "Where are you going?"

Harry gulped. What should he say? Zayn had said that calling Louis now would probably only make things worse and he was fairly sure neither one of his friends would approve his plan to call and yell at Louis. So Harry started to back away slowly.

Zayn narrowed his eyes. "Harry..."

"I'm just... Eh, I'm gonna go to feed the cat!" Harry blurted out and ran towards the door.

"Wha— Wait, no, Harry! We don't even have a cat!" Zayn yelled, but Harry was already gone.

"He's calling to Louis", said Liam, pulling Zayn closer.

"I know", said Zayn, sighing. "He's only adding oil to the fire."

They were silent for a moment until Liam took his phone and Zayn raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"What are you—"

"I'm texting Niall", said Liam. "I'm gonna tell him that he better have some good plan by the time we go back to London because Harry and Louis can't keep going like this."

***

Harry ran outside and straight into the woods. Smelly Cubbyhole was empty and Harry was glad about that— he didn't want audience.

He took his phone out and before he could change his mind, unlocked it and picked Louis' number. He wasn't prepared for Louis' quick answer.

"Well somebody better be dying."

Harry took a sharp breath when he heard Louis' very grumpy voice. Harry tried to say something, anything, but his mouth just refused to cooperate.

"Hello? Who the fuck—", Louis' voice faded away and Harry knew he was checking the caller's name. Then Harry heard Louis' loud gasp. "Harry?"

"Louis", Harry managed to whisper back. Harry heard Louis' breathing but apart from that, it was quiet. Too quiet. Neither of them dared to speak first. Although, Harry didn't know what to say, not anymore.

"Who is it?" said a muffled voice and Harry recognized it was Ed's. Harry heard how Louis hushed Ed and then Louis spoke to Harry.

"Why... Why did you call?" asked Louis.

Harry frowned. Why indeed.

"I just— I don't... I shouldn't have call you", Harry shook his head. "Bye."

"No, wait, Harry!" exclaimed Louis and Harry froze, and then heard Ed's voice yelling from the background.

"Harry? Did you just— NIALL, HE'S TALKING WITH HARRY! You're talking with Styles, right? Like, with our Harry?"

Harry quickly ended the call and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He leaned his head against his hands and tried to calm himself down.

Then Harry's phone started ringing and for a moment he thought it would be Louis but when he checked the screen, there was Niall's name flickering on it. Harry pressed the red button, turned his phone into the silent mode and put it in his pocket.

He didn't want to talk with people. Especially with the ones who had been there when Louis and Harry had yelled at each other about whose fault it was that they ended up having sex.

Harry sat on the ground and stared nowhere. He didn't know what to do but he wanted to do something. And that's how he stayed for hours until he finally made his decision; he needed to call Louis and bring some kind of closure to Louis and his... friendship? Relationship? To Louis and his whatever.

He took his phone out, ignored all the missing calls from Liam, Zayn and Niall and called Louis, only this time, Louis didn't answer.

When the voicemail turned on, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was completely aware how incredibly bad idea that was but still, when the beep came, Harry left Louis a voicemail. A really bitter and angry voicemail.