Silent Treatment

Eleven

<LIAM'S POV>

     "You know Louis, I've never noticed how disgusting public schools are. I know janitors work hard but it will never be clean. Look at the floors, you can see the stains just sticking forever." How is it that disgusting? It's so gross, just look at it. It might be looking at me, I actually think it is looking at me.

     "You get used to it. Not all stains come out, but the staff does what they can," Louis answered.

     It is so nice to hear his voice again. We're going back to how it used to be before the accident. We are sharing more and hanging out more. My school being a distance away is an issue with our friendship; but it's a good thing this is our last year. My time back home can help rebuild our relationship and now he's talking again. We will be closer than ever!

     "So, how's school going?" I asked. I haven't seen anybody come up to Louis and talk to him so far. I know with the silent treatment he's being having could have affected that, but not everybody is rude. There's always someone who cares for people.

     "It could always be better. Well, it has gotten better recently," Louis answered, as a blush ran up his cheeks. 

     "Oh really? Why is that?"

     "Recently, I've been getting these letters from an anonymous person and they are really sweet. Oh shit. They wanted me to come talk during my free period, that's now. Come with me?" Louis pleaded with puppy dog eyes. 

     I wasn't going to turn him down in the first place. How could I? He is too adorable not to keep company. I nodded my head at him. He jumped up, excited, before leading the way to our destination. He walked until he stopped at a door that leads outside. He peered through the window before quickly doing a double take.

     "What the hell?"

     Out of curiosity, I looked. Which was a huge mistake. I swear it by my own two eyes, a Greek GOD was sitting on the bench. The sun was shinning down on him, making him look like he was sent from heaven. I would believe it.

     "Oh my god. Louis, your letter writer is a Greek god. Go you," I stated as I continued to stare at him. He was so beautiful, how does one even look like that? "Who even is that?"

     "No, this doesn't make sense. That's Zayn," Louis explained. His head was in his hands as he periodically looked back out the window.

     "Why is that bad? Look at him," I said.

     "Oh my god!"

     "Look, you're never going to get an answer if you don't go out there. So, let's go!" I grabbed him arm and stated pushing my way out the door.

     "Liam! No!"

     Zayn's head snapped towards us as soon as the door opened. He looked relieved that Louis even showed up in the first place. He looked over at me and his mouth gaped as he looked between us a few times, seeming unsure of what to do now.

     "I told you not to bring anybody with you," Zayn explained, looking nervous all of a sudden. I had second thought about coming out here, it seems I am unwanted. 

     "He's my cousin and it's his first day. What do you want me to do about that?" Louis asked back.  Zayn just stared at Louis, like he didn't believe what he was witnessing. I wouldn't either if a kid I knew who did talk for years just spoke a sentence to me.

     "Ask him to go," he replied, "just for a minute."

     "What you have to say to me can be said in front of him," Louis replied, arms crossed over his chest. "Before you even start, I have to ask why you are writing me those letters?"

     "That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I know it seems weird, but there is a reason I am doing this. Trust me, I do have an exterior motive; I would never do this for myself," Zayn started.

"Then why are you doing it?" Louis asked quickly, sounding a little hurt. 

"He's been driving me crazy this last year. All he talks about is you and what has happened and I can't stand listening to him anymore. He goes on and on about the same things and if I hear it one more time I might rip my hears off. I could probably recite what he says backwards, backwards!" Zayn complained. 

"What? Louis, do you have a stalker? If you do I can take care of some people; we both know that I know how to," I said. 

"No, what? No, I don't have a stalker. Zayn, I don't know what you're talking about. What are you talking about?" Louis asked. 

"Harry!"

"Harry?" I asked. "What happened with him?" 

Louis and Zayn both looked over at me. Zayn looked confused while Louis looked scared. Was he hiding something from me? That's stupid, why would he do that?

"He doesn't know?" Louis shook his head."You didn't tell anyone?"

"I wasn't really talking to anyone at that time in my life," Louis defended. 

"Wait, what happened with Harry," I asked again. 

"We had a falling out the year after you left. Well, it wasn't really a falling out but we haven't really talked since it happened. We both went our separate ways and then you know," Louis explained. 

"And now I need you to talk to him or do something, because if I hear one more complaint about any of you I'm personally dragging him to your house," Zayn lightly threatened. 

"What was your not falling out, falling out about?" I asked.

"I don't know. He just kind of stopped talking to me one day," Louis replied. 

"So, it's all his fault and how he's upset about what he did? Just now, like a few years later?" I asked, trying to make sense of the whole situation.

"Basically," Louis answered.

"No," Zayn said at the same time. "He's felt bad about ever since it happened. When we became friends it was the first big thing he actually told me."

"Then why hasn't he done anything until now?" I asked.

"Because I finally did something about it. Those notes I've been giving you have triggered a reaction in him and he's going to do something about it soon."

"Why would the letters bother him? He wasn't getting them. Does it bother him that someday might actually like me?" Louis asked.

"Yes!" Louis looked offended at the words. "Not like that. It's because he has a massive crush on you, I swear he loves you," Zayn replied quickly. 

When he realized what he said, Zayn hit his hand on his forehead and cursed under his breath. Was he not supposed to say that, or just not know that in general? Louis stood silent, an unreadable expression on his face. I bet we all want to know what he is thinking. 

"Will you please just talk to him and forgive him or hear him out if he comes to talk to you. I really don't care I just need something to happen," Zayn begged. 

Louis stayed silent for a moment, thinking about it, "And what if I don't want to ever forgive him for what he has done? What will you do then?"

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HELLO!

I am so sorry for the long wait. I've seen multiple requests for me to update this story and here I am! For reference, I don't remember most of what I have already written so I just wrote this based on what I thought I already mentioned. IF SOMETHING CONTRADICTS WITH WHAT I ALREADY WROTE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I don't think there's going to be many more. I have a general idea for how I want to end this novel. Let me know what you think!

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Pastyprincess