Louis is leaving soon and Harry hasn’t said a word to him. He didn’t even let Louis take the bed like last time. Louis slept on the creaky pullout couch, shivering under the thin blankets and sheets.
Slept isn’t the correct word actually, because he didn’t really sleep. He stared at the ceiling and he cried. He listened to Harry’s loud breathing and cried. He remembered how it felt to be wrapped up in Harry’s arms, their chests pressed against each other’s and he cried. He held Harry’s sweatshirt close to him, the sweatshirt that doesn’t smell much like Harry anymore, and he cried.
The bags under Louis’ eyes are extremely noticeable. He moves slowly around the room, gathering his stuff with slumped shoulders and soft sniffles. Harry just sits on the bed, watching.
Eloise picks up one of her friend’s socks off of the floor. When she stands upright again, she leans toward him and hisses, “You better say something to him.”
He glares at her, not moving otherwise.
The three head down to the lobby, Harry doing so reluctantly. The atmosphere is tense as they wait in front of the building, the harsh air hitting them. Louis sheds a few tears quietly, but for a different reason than he did last time. Last time, he didn’t want to leave. Now, he can’t wait to get as far away as possible from him.
There’s a giant lump in his throat that he can’t swallow. The pain seems to hit him square in the chest from somewhere deep within, and it’s shooting out to every fiber of his body. It just hurts. It hurts so terribly, and all Louis wants to do is curl up in a corner in his bedroom and cry and cry and cry and not stop until he can’t make any more tears, until his throat is hoarse and his eyes red and raw.
Harry steps closer to him then and clears his throat. Louis looks up at him, blinking back tears.
“Can I have my jacket back?”
Louis gasps a little. Then his facial features change and he’s giving Harry the most hated look he can muster. He pulls the hoodie over his head.
“Of course,” he says and throws it into a puddle near the gutter. “Asshole.”
"I can’t believe you!” Eloise exclaims.
“Yeah, I know r-“ Harry starts, bending to grab it.
“No, not him. You! You are such a -ugh- I don’t even know any words that can describe how absolutely furious I am with you right now!” She gives Louis a hug. “You deserve someone so much better than my shit head of a friend.” And with that she stomps back into the hotel.
Louis turns his back on Harry, crossing his arms and staring across the street. He wishes that his father would just get there already. Harry is squeezing his sweatshirt, trying to get all of the water out of it. It stinks now and Louis can’t help but smirk when Harry gags a little.
“You know, you have no right to be mad. You were the one ignoring me,” Harry states.
Louis whips around in anger. “I wasn’t ignoring you! Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I got my phone taken away? Or that I was grounded and couldn’t come see you? Because that’s exactly what happened!”
Harry blinks, taken aback. “W-what about the crash?”
“The cat just knocked my cup off of the desk,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “Do you really think that I would ignore you? Do you think that I would be that big of an asshat?”
“I, uh-“
Louis’ dad pulls up then, honking his horn and staring at the two with a smile, one that quickly falls when he sees his son’s face.
“Goodbye, Harry,” Louis mutters as he opens the passenger’s side door. He’s starting to cry again. “Thanks for breaking my heart.”
And they speed away so Louis can get back in time for his afternoon class, leaving Harry standing on the curb with a soggy sweatshirt. He’s kind of really regretting his recent choices.
He tugs his phone from his back pocket, scrolling through his contacts, searching for someone to call in order to cheer himself up. He can’t go back to the room because Eloise will be there, glaring at him. And he can’t call Louis, for obvious reasons. And his friends back home are busy with college.
So, he calls Jo and ends up spending the rest of the day with her, attempting to pretend that him and Louis never happened. But the image of the boy’s blue eyes overflowing with tears clouds Harry's thoughts.
The boy who has to stay home from his afternoon class because he’s such a wreck. The boy who is curled up in the covers of his bed with his small cat, sobbing so hard he can hardly breathe. The boy who wishes that he had never dropped his suitcase on Harry’s foot in the first place.
The boy that Harry once called beautiful.
A/N: So there's only four days left for Harry to fix what he's screwed up. Any predictions as for what's to come?
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Soulmate Search // larry
Fanfiction"Sometimes you have to go to extreme measures for love and if I have to search the world for mine, don't think that I won't do it." Ever since Harry was small he's been dreaming about his future, or more specifically, his spouse. He has always wonde...
