Once Upon A Time (l.s.)

21 June, 2011

Time for another episode, isn't it? Today, I selected one of my personal favorites; the first time a girl dumped you. Why is it my favourite? Because that was the first time you realised that everyone else in the world is temporary (except family ofc), I am the only one who wouldn't leave you. Let's start, shall we?

Flashback:

A blue eyed brunette sat on his bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed when he came across a post that had his blood boiling. For a week, his best-friend hadn't answered any of his calls or texts so Louis just stopped trying. Even though they were neighbors, he never saw Harry these days. 

The post was made by Jared, a good friend of Harry's. Louis was never fond of the guy but stayed civil for Harry's sake. The picture was of him kissing Gara (A/n: (-;), Harry's girlfriend. The caption read, 'Finally free to kiss my love. She was being bugged by a nuisance!' Fire burned behind his eyes, all he saw was red.

He got up and marched to the Styles' Residence. The door was unlocked so he entered the house and went up the stairs to his best friend's room only to find it locked. He knocked hastily, still pissed. When no answer came, he banged his fists on the door.

"Please leave me alone." a weak vice came from within. Louis' anger immediately faded. His face softened and he knocked again, gently this time

"Harry... Haz, it's me. Please open the door, don't shut me out. Please." shuffling sounded from within and the door opened to an extremely shabby looking Harry. His hair was disshelved, eyes red and puffy, shoulders slouched and tear tracks on his cheeks. As soon as the curly boy saw Louis, he lunged and hugged him tight. Louis wrapped his arms protectively around Harry and let him sob.

Once done, Harry pulled away and looked down in shame. There was no way Louis wouldn't ask what was wrong and he didn't want anyone to know that he was pathetically crying over a girl.

Louis placed his hand on Harry's bicep and asked, "Why didn't you tell me Hazza? Why did you keep it to yourself? Didn't we promise to tell each other if anything ever upsets us?"

Harry's eyes widened as saucers. How did he get to know. He looked down in shame but answered truthfully

"I thought you didn't care anymore. We haven't hung out properly in so long! We haven't had a proper, heart-to-heart conversation, I haven't seen you out of school in weeks! I thought you wouldn't care!" 

Louis just stood there, mouth agape, staring at Harry, letting his words sink in. He the raised his hand and slapped the back of Harry's head. 

"Are you out of your fucking mind! You think I wouldn't care about you? We can spend twenty years apart, Haz, without any contact, and I'd still care! You aren't getting rid of me that easy." How could he not care about the boy he loved.

Harry was crying again after hearing the younger lad's words. He hugged him again.

"I'm sorry Boo, I'm, so so sorry, I've plainly ignored you for six months straight. I placed that lying, cheating bitch above you! I am sorry. Please forgive me."

"Hey, don't cry. Yeah? That's exactly what she is, a bitch. You didn't do anything wrong Haz. You deserve so much more than her. And I am not angry or hurt."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I'm not hurt. You were being a good boyfriend."

"Thank you Lou, I love you." Those words stung and threw daggers at  Louis' heart. Just knowing that Harry meant it differently than him made him sad. But he said it back anyways, a few stray tears on his cheeks as well.

"I love you too Haz. But, thanks for what?"

"For being there."

"Oh, you big sap! Come one, I'll be there for you. Always" (A/n: HP fans, gimme the reference!)

"Jesus! Look at us! Pathetically crying like girls. I need to wank just to prove I'm a man!" Harry laughed at Louis' pathetic joke.

"FIFA?"

"Get ready to lose Tommo!"

"Oh really! You're worse than a noob Styles."

Flashback ends

I miss those days! Anyways, Imma get going now.

Thank you Haz, for trusting me.

An old friend

Louis

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Harry Styles, on the other hand, sat in his room, thinking about how Louis would be doing. He was genuinely worried about the lad, but he still felt some amount of hatred towards him. What he didn't know was, was it hate? Or. Was it jealousy?