inspirations // harry styles

chapter twenty-six // restless.

Harry's POV

Louis didn't say much after he got it all out of his system. I tried to think of something comforting to say, but nothing would come to mind. Instead I just let him cry on my shoulder without a single word. I think he appreciated the silence more than he would have fake, comforting words.

He shuffled off to his room, his eyes still puffy and red. As sassy and energetic Lou is, it's easy to forget that he has feelings and can be hurt as well. It makes me hate Juliet all the more.

I wonder what it is that she did that could possibly send Louis over the edge like that? I've never heard him even raise his voice to her. He used to be so blindly in love with her. I did my best to be happy for him, but now I can breathe more freely knowing she's out of my life.

But knowing Juliet's out there, probably extremely upset as well, I get nervous. She knows the truth about everything involving Olivia. I wouldn't put it past her to let it slip to the public. She's hated me and she'd feel no remorse.

Sleep doesn't even sound appealing anymore; I'm wide awake. My mind races with things that I feel the need to do.

I hop to my feet and quietly exit our apartment, knowing one thing I need to accomplish to make Louis' life a bit easier.

I do my usual knock on Niall - whose apartment is right next to our's - and walk over and do the same to both Liam and to Zayn's door. After a few minutes, all three of them open up their doors and look to me with confusion. Niall is already in his pajamas and looks as if he had already fallen asleep.

"What is it, Harry? We're all really exhausted," Zayn complains, shivering because of his lack of a pajama shirt.

"Louis broke up with Juliet," I reply, ignoring their whining, knowing they'd be upset if they didn't know right away. Plus I'm sure the last thing Louis will want to do in the morning is talk about it and answer a million questions from the rest of the lads.

Niall jerks awake and looks to me with wide eyes. Zayn and Liam both exchange a sad expression full of worry. I speak quietly since our apartment is only a few feet away. I try not to think about my best mate crying not that long ago. I hate that Juliet was the cause of his tears. I hate that she did that to him.

"Why?" Liam asks, probably voicing the question that's in all of their minds. Hell, it's even in my mind!

"Not exactly sure to the main reason, but when I got home, he was having an extremely large argument with her over the phone." I explain all I know about it.

"Is he really upset about it?" Niall asks, frowning deeply.

I just nod, not wanting to repeat - for Louis' sake and for my own - how upset he really was. He never really shows emotion all that well, he's always joking around and hiding how he really feels. It's difficult for the lads and I to know what's going on in the inside.

We all look to our feet, all wondering the same thing; what are we gonna do? We can't just let Lou mope around. We've got to keep his spirits high, or keep him busy.

"Another trip to Disney tomorrow?" Niall suggests, making all of us crack a smile.

"We'll keep him busy in the studio and maybe go out afterwards?" I make a reasonable suggestion and they all nod.

"I think he just needs some space for the time being. You know this is going to be all over the media, so he could use it." Liam brings up a very good point.

I rub my hands up and down my arms, really feeling the chill of the summer's breeze. It's funny how when you're feeling down, the world seems like such a cold and dark place. Earlier when I was enjoying myself at Olivia's, the summer breeze didn't even phase me. Now it makes my teeth chatter.