*NOTE: This chapter contains suicidal actions. If this is a trigger, please don't read or be extremely cautious.**
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Harry hastily texted Nick. He wrote: “Grimmy, s/t bad happened. Louis dumped me. Text me back asap .xx” It wasn’t long until he received the reply: “Haz, don’t worry. Come over and talk to me. I’ll be here x.” Harry got up, dressing and going out of the house. Nick didn’t live far from Edward’s house, so Harry decided to just walk there. He didn’t bother telling Edward and Daniel he was going out. He could hear them talking in the kitchen as he slipped out. Besides, he knew they probably wouldn’t give a damn, anyway.
He reached Nick’s house about ten minutes later, knocking. Nick opened it and invited him in. He made them both some tea and sat with Harry on the couch.
“You do look something awful,” Nick said with a frown. “Poor guy. What happened?”
Harry told him the whole story and Nick just watched him with sympathetic eyes. Once the story was over, he looked at Nick. “So, tell me I’m gross and that you hate me.”
“Nope,” Nick said.
“Nope?” Harry repeated, shocked.
“Nope,” Nick confirmed. “It was an honest mistake. I know you wouldn’t have done it had you known.”
“Exactly!” Harry cried. “Now, if only I could get Louis and everyone else to see that.”
“They’ll come around,” Nick said. “Even if they don’t, guess what? You have me. I’ll always be on your side.”
Harry gave Nick a warm hug. “Thanks, Grimmy.”
“Hey,” Nick said, smiling as he pulled back. “It’s no problem, babe.”
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Three weeks passed since that fateful day of Louis’ departure. Edward started classes at school, which was only a half hour drive. Edward lived at home still and not on campus, which Harry liked. He still hadn’t gone back to their house, but Niall texted him and said Louis moved all his things out already. Harry cried all day that day, but he was trying to get over it. He was trying to forget. It didn’t help that Zayn and Niall would text him and tease him, calling him a “brother-fucker,” “twincest mogul,” and other things of the kind. He knew they were probably being playful, but it still hurt that Louis would tell them all of that. It hurt that they thought he was some kind of freak. More than anything, it hurt that Louis thought all of that. He hadn’t spoken to him since the day he left, and everyday seemed to hurt more than the last.
Then the day came that nearly killed Harry.
Harry, Daniel, and Edward were sitting in the living room, watching TV. Daniel and Edward were cuddling, giggling, and Harry could hardly stand it. It just wasn’t fair; Daniel forgave Edward for everything and understood that it was an accident. Why couldn’t Louis do the same? Why wouldn’t Louis at least talk to him? Every text Harry sent went unanswered, every call to voice-mail. The guys refused to talk to him after awhile and Harry couldn’t help but wonder why.
Harry’s phone dinged with an incoming text. He saw that it was from Niall and he opened it up. What he read made his heart sink into the deepest pits of Hell, leaving his soul dead and his heart in pieces.
The text from Niall was meant to go to Louis, but he’d sent it to Harry on accident. The text read: “Lou, hope u had fun last nite w/ Charlie ! I know he’ll be a good man for u !!! U deserve it, bud ! xx”
