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Part 11

May 6, 1:04 am.
One month before the collapse.

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Sometimes, life makes you meet the person who will save you, that will become the main character of your life.

But sometimes, life is just a fucking dumb bitch.

That's why Louis didn't believe in fate, because life never let him meet that person. Well, he did have 4 amazing guys, which he considered brothers, liked or not.

Well, let's say 3.

"Ugh, guys?" Liam interrupted his thoughts, and Louis was grateful for that because his mind was gonna go in places that it needed to go just when he was alone. 

"We uhm...we only have 3 tends, so two of us will have to sleep together."

This is just great. Fucking great.

"Okay...wanna do Rock Paper Scissors?" Zayn suggest. Louis just wanted to punch him.

And guess who ended up in the tend together? No, not lucky enough to be with Niall. He obviously ended up with Harry. Obvious-fucking-ly. They were all sat around the fire in silence after having the tends done, like boys scout.

"Did you ever ask yourself...How did you end up doing this?" Zayn suddenly asked breaking the silence, and if Louis didn't know what he meant, he would be offended.

"What do you mean?" Niall wondered.

"Like— what happened in your life that was so bad that made you just drop it all and go kill people. I mean, you know that there are no chances that we're getting to 40." Zayn said, and Louis did know that, but it always kind of hit him whenever you would say it out loud.

"We shouldn't be sharing personal information like this."Liam interrupted. Of course Liam said that.

"Yeah but— I mean, what if tonight we'll get shot and die and we'll never know anything about each other?" Harry had a point.

"I'm in."" Niall declared as he ate a bit of the dried fruit he bought.

"So, I guess I'm first" Zayn sighed. "I uhm... I've never been rich in my life. My parents struggled a lot for me and my sisters, so when I turned 18 I decided that I wanted to help, just I didn't know how. That's why I started dealing drugs. Then one time, one guy didn't pay for it, he actually started running, I run after him and took him down, and the guy told me that he was looking for someone like me and all of that bullshit and then it just kind of...happened."

"I'm sorry, Z." Liam said. Louis was sorry for him too.

Zayn shrugged. "What about you, Niall?"

"I didn't really have a reason actually," Niall ate more fruit. "I think it was just the fact that my parents didn't want me around because I was too immature so they just— sent me here," he sighed. "Never called once."

Louis felt actually bad for him. Niall was the funnies person he knew, he wasn't immature.

"Hey, it's okay," Liam smiled, and suddenly, Louis was just so curious to know why someone like Liam ended up killing people. "I'm sure—"

"Why did you end up here, Li?" Louis asked. "You're the most responsible and honest person I know, how did you end up killing people?"

"Uhm..." Liam sighed. "One event that changed my life. I was at home, alone, about 16, and suddenly I started to smell smoke coming from downstairs, but I ignored it. Then— okay, short version, the was a fire in the house and I didn't get out in time. I was in coma for 3 months, when I woke up I felt like dying, the fire left me a huge scar in my back. It took me 8 months to get back on my feet and when I was finally able to be a human again, I just, you know, wanted to do this."

Louis realized something at that. He wasn't the only one with a shitty past and a shitty life.

"I'm sorry." the words came out of his mouth before he could even stop them. He was sorry.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Liam smiled. Louis may or may not warmed a little at that.

"And you L?" Niall asked. Louis took a deep breath.

Time to spill the tea.

"Uh...I'm gonna make this really short because I don't like to talk about this." Pause. "My father was a junkie and almost stabbed my mother, then left us, two days later we found him dead in our backyard with a needle deep inside his skin, and then, my mum started dying," sigh. "She was the only one that I had left and she was diagnosed a terminal disease, so I don't know if she's breathing right now."

"I'm sorry, L, that's shitty." Spoke Liam.

"Anyway, it's getting late isn't it," he smiled. "We should go to bed." Aaand that's when it hit him. He slowly turned his head to see Harry, his Harry, looking down at his hands. Louis felt bad for him.

"H? How did you..." He wasn't sure if he wanted to finish the sentence. He had been quiet the whole conversation.

"Hm?" He mumbled distracted, looking up, but by the fear in his eyes, Louis could tell that he had been listening all along.

"Why are you here?" Niall wondered. By now, all the eyes were on him. And they weren't ready for what was coming out of their friend's mouth.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was 17." He declared all in one sentence.

Louis' heart broke a little hearing those words.

"It was uh...may 5"

Oh.

Oh my god.

Suddenly, Louis felt like he needed to drown himself.

Yesterday.

He treated him like shit, no, no he treated him like a fucking animal, and Harry didn't respond.

He didn't respond because it was his parents' dead anniversary. Without a word, all the boys got up and gave Harry a hug, a big warm deserved hug.

"We all have shitty life together, huh?" Liam chuckled.

And in Louis' opinion, it couldn't be more true.

But the hardest part had yet to arrive. Sleeping with Harry. It wasn't a problem usually, but they didn't acknowledged each other's presence since the last time. You know what happens last time. So now, they were laying side to side, both completely awake, but no of them saying a word. This moment should be added in the list of the most awkward moments in history.

He knew Harry wanted to say something. He just didn't know what. And because he wanted to avoid how the last time they were alone like this, Harry didn't say anything.

So Louis did.

"Sorry." He simply said.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"I just— I'm sorry." Louis finally said. "I'm sorry if last time I treated you like shit, I just— I didn't know."

"It's okay." Harry whispered.

"No, I'm really sorry, and I'm sorry about your parents. You didn't deserve that." he was putting his heart in every word. A little too honest maybe.

"I forgive you." Harry said, and although Louis couldn't see is his face in the dark, he knew he was smiling. "I'm sorry about your parents too."
And Louis felt better after that, so he turned on his side with his back against Harry, and closed his eyes. Harry sat there for a few seconds, completely lost in his head.

Harry then looked down at Louis, and he couldn't believe his own ears when he heard "Can I spoon you?"

Louis paused for a moment."Can pigs fly?"

"No?"

"There you go."" Louis smiled at himself before closing his eyes again and going back to sleep.
The thought of Harry spooning him jumped in his head for a little second, he kinda liked it.