Two Roads ≫ l.s

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A/N: I'M SORRY THJS IS SO HORRENDOUSLY LONG this is honestly the most sleep i've ever lost over a chapter and it's a Biggie in terms of storyline and sad stuff wow

The night on the roof was anything but reassuring. If anything, it only caused me to worry about Louis more. Since that night, he just wasn't acting himself; as if the sparkling light of his personality had faded away, leaving only an empty shell of a body belonging to a boy I once loved with everything I had. Belonging to a boy I still love with everything I have.

That didn't stop me from reacting badly to his strangely unfamiliar act, every smile, chuckle or tentative glance towards me now being replaced by a nervous gulp, flicking his eyes to the ground and turning away from me slightly.

Talking to him deemed absolutely useless, given that every opportunity I took to try and say something was met by either a quiet sigh of "Harry, please.", a shrug of "I'm fine.", or a snapping mutter of "Just stop worrying."

"Just stop worrying" was blatantly a particularly useless piece of advice. I figured any ambitions he had of becoming an agony aunt in the future had probably died out.

I sighed, slumping down on a log that unhelpfully looked almost exactly like the same log Louis and I first properly talked on. The same log I realized there could be more to him underneath the leather jacket, flawless appearance and potential girlfriends. I gulped, trying to ignore my mind combing back on the conversation we had here, in hallucinogenic echoes haunting my brain.

"Why are you sitting by yourself?" I would hear him ask, in a voice so life-filled, so different to the odd mumble he'd produce throughout the last couple of days.

"I like it here." I would hear myself mumble shyly in response.

"Yeah, it's nice."

I would see him give me that look, with the breathtakingly stunning eyes that had me captivated from day one.
"You don't have to feel singled out, Harry. Not here."

"I guess I just haven't had the time to get to know anyone, yet..." I heard myself reply, before my mind immediately flashed to hugging Zayn, and Perrie, my new-found best friends.

My new-found soulmates as far as friendship was concerned.

"Sure you have. I see you befriended Perrie pretty quickly." Louis would smirk.

My mind flashed to Perrie, sighing at the mental image my mind conjured up before my eyes. Whenever she would laugh, her laughter beholding the ability to fill an entire room with her spreading happiness and charisma. I pictured her eyes, glittering a beautiful deep blue colour as she'd listen to whoever made conversation with her.
But they'd glitter the most around Zayn.

I already suspected there could be something between them from the day I met them. They were as undeniably compatible as Romeo and Juliet, John Lennon and Yoko Ono-even Louis and I. My mind whispered, although I forced myself to ignore it in an attempt to block out any newfound doubts about us that were beginning to unwantedly creep into my mind.
I cut off my deteriorating train of thought with a shudder, my mind crawling back to Louis and my conversation.

"So you're going to break this sitting alone habit, you hear?" Louis' eyes would glitter into mine, encouraging me to run back over to the campsite beside him and introduce myself to all the newly unfamiliar faces, much to my shyness.

And as I vacantly gazed around at my surroundings, I realized how unbroken that habit was. I figured I was completely alone, the only sound being the distant hum of conversation coming from the campsite I had sat away from, giving myself time to clear my thoughts a little. Which, of course, turned out to only make things worse.