Life Happens

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

“Urgh, why isn’t he answering?” Harry yells, throwing his phone across the room angrily. Liam sighs as Zayn groans, burying his face into one of Niall’s pillows.

“Just give him some space, Harry. If he doesn’t want to talk to you then you shouldn’t force yourself on him.” Liam says looking back to his book in a useless attempt to try and study for at least two seconds before the youngest lad goes off again.

“He never misses football practice! Never! He loves it! And he worships Hans! Why would he miss it if there’s not something really, really wrong?” Harry rants, pacing back and forth, Niall’s blue eyes following him as the blond munches on some popcorn.

“Well maybe’s he’s got a cold or headache or something.” Niall suggests with a mouth full of food.

“Louis played with a fucking broken hand remember! He wouldn’t sit out just because of a cold. Besides, when he’s sick, all he wants to do is cuddle someone and he scrunches up his nose and bites his lip. And he drinks tea all day, and even somehow convinces the teachers to let him take in mugs and mugs of tea if he shows up at all.” Harry says and Zayn rolls his eyes, throwing a pillow at the curly haired boy.

“Can you shut up for a little bit? If you want to know what’s wrong go and apologize for being a jerk then try and get it out of him!” Zayn exclaims looking extremely bored of the green eyed boy.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me Zayn! Why wouldn’t he want to talk to me? We talk to each other about everything!” Harry says, continuing to pace back and forth with Niall’s blue eyes following him while Liam looks annoyed and Zayn looks bored.

“Harry, just go and talk to him! Go to his house or something, I don’t know. Just go and apologise so you can feel better and then you can ask him if he wants to talk about it. Just let me study.” Liam moans but Harry’s already on his feet, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder as he heads outside and down the street towards Louis’ house.

After five minutes of running, Harry reaches Louis’ house and he jogs up the few steps to Louis’ doorstep and knocks on the door, panting slightly from the run. Moments later, the door opens, revealing Louis’ younger twin sisters who’s faces light up as soon as they’re blue eyes as soon as they land on Harry.

“Harry!” Daisy squeals as her and her sister jump onto Harry, and Harry grins at them breathlessly before placing the two seven year olds on their feet.

“Hey girls, is L-” The curly haired lad starts to ask but is cut off by Louis’ other sister, Lottie entering the room.

“Hey Haz.” She says softly before grabbing his hand and starting to pull him up the stairs, ignoring the twin’s dramatic sighs of disappointment as their brother’s boyfriend is dragged away from them without a game of Barbie’s.

“Is Louis here?” Harry asks, too caught up with thinking about his boyfriend to realise that the thirteen year old is dragging him towards Louis’ bedroom.

“Yep. But he’s pissed off. Fizz went in there before and he almost yelled at her. And now he’s got his headphones in and is ignoring us even though he’s supposed to be watching us.” She explains and drops Harry’s hand and gestures towards her brother’s door before turning around and going downstairs to where the twins are squealing about how Fizz has to play with them.

Harry swallows, his throat suddenly dry as he knocks on Louis’ door, waiting for an answer for a few moments before knocking again, but with no reply. So Harry cautiously turns the door handle and opens the door to Louis’ bedroom, revealing Louis laying on his bed, his headphones in and his music turned up so loud that Harry can hear it from a few metres away and his blue eyes staring upwards towards the ceiling, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry’s heart aches as he sees the tears and all he wants to do is run to Louis and hold him but instead he forces himself to take a deep breath before saying Louis’ name a few times, and after about twenty seconds, Louis glances over and abruptly sits up and Harry takes a slow step into the room, closing the door behind him and trying to ignore the hurt that fills him as Louis’ eyes flicker towards the door and a form of dread fills the older boy’s face.