The Wedding ✔

Chapter 29 *

After his little talk with Niall and Ed, Louis couldn't really think about anything else than Harry. He couldn't sleep or eat properly which pissed Niall off quite a bit.

"Buddy", said Niall one day, walking into Louis' bedroom. "Here, take this money and go out. Do something. Breathe fresh air and clear your head a bit, okay?"

Normally Louis would've argued but he knew that Niall was right. In fact, that might have been the best idea Niall has ever created.

So, Louis took the money Niall offered to him, waved his hand to Ed and walked out. He went straight to a bar but after one beer he felt like drowning. He didn't like the way people looked at him so he left.

To his own surprise, he found himself sitting on a same bench he had been sitting when he had spotted Dan. Louis looked around but he was alone, there was no other people in the park which was quite surprising, given that they were, after all, in London.

On the other hand, it was rather late already.

Louis sighed loudly and rubbed his face. He couldn't stop thinking about what Niall and Ed had said on that day... that Louis can, and should, fix things.

He wanted to fix things, but he can't do that because it would mean pain and he loves himself way too much to do that. But then again, being without Harry hurt just as much. It was so complicated. If Louis doesn't fix things, he loses Harry for good. But fixing this would be just as horrible because then Louis wouldn't be able to touch and kiss Harry.

Not that he has that opportunity now, but— yeah.

"We never were friends", Louis muttered out loud. "It was sexual tension right from the start."

"Who are you talking to?"

Louis jumped and turned to look at the woman standing next to him. He knew her, it was that girl whose phone Louis had borrowed. Louis couldn't remember her name and he really didn't mind, like at all.

"Are you following me?" Louis asked and sat back down, glaring at the woman.

She shook her head, amused. "It's usually you who pops in my way so I figured I should, for once, be the one doing the opening."

"Well good for you", Louis said, rolling his eyes. "Now leave, girl whose-name-I-don't remember."

"Eleanor", she said and instead of leaving, sat down right next to Louis. "With whom you have never been a friend?"

Louis scooted away, narrowing his eyes at her. "None of your business."

She shrugged. "True, but then again, you look like you need someone to talk to, am I right?"

Louis didn't answer at first but then he shrugged and said, "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Definitely."

She smiled. "Well then, don't make me repeat that question again."

"Just this one guy", Louis said vaguely. "Harry."

"Okay", said Eleanor, and tilted her head. "And you two are not friends?"

Louis shook his head and then shrugged. "No. Yes. I don't know! At first I thought that we could be but later I realised that we never really were friends... That it all was just..."

"Sexual tension?"

Louis turned to look at Eleanor. "Yeah. Sexual tension."

"So", said Eleanor, tapping her chin. "Let's see what I know... You and this guy named Harry— and by the way, I had no idea that you're gay— were never friends and it was just sexual tension right from the start."