Harry watched Louis as he stressed over how perfectly aligned his clothes are. It hurt him inside to see his friend so worried over his date, but outwardly he smiled. Louis could never know how he feels about him. It would ruin their beautiful friendship.
Not being able to stand Louis' serious demeanor, Harry reached over and pulled sharply on one side of Louis clothes, completely nullifying all of the older boys hard work.
"Haz, how could you." Louis gasped, sounding genuinely afronted by what Harry had done. He struggled to straighten his outfit as Harry turned his face away. He hadn't meant to make Louis mad. He had only been trying to get him to smile, which he never dis anymore. He was always way too stressed out about Eleanor.
It wasn't long before Louis noticed that something was up with Harry. He sat down next to the younger boy, enveloping him in a hug.
"Hey Haz, what's wrong." Louis asked, lifting Harry's chin away from his chest. Harry bit his lip and shook his head. He couldn't tell Louis what was really bothering him--the simple fact that Louis was going on a date--but it wouldn't hurt to make the older boy forgive him.
"I didn't mean to make you mad." He whispered, looking up at Louis. The boys features softened when he saw Harry's face. He looked so torn up over something so small. What Louis didn't realize was that Harry looked like this every time Elenour took Louis on a date or vice versa.
"Its okay Haz. I'm not mad." Louis assured Harry. The younger boy stared down at his feet, obviously not convinced, by that was the moment the doorbell rang and Louis hurried out if the room, forgetting even to say goodbye to Harry.
Harry lay back on his bed The instant Louis was gone. Why did it have to be so hard lately? It seemed to hurt more and more each time. Shouldn't the pain Be getting smaller? Shouldn't he be used to this by now? Why did it still cause his heart to break when Louis left him to be with Eleanor, even after all this time?
"Harry, mate, are you okay?"Harry looked up to see Zayn standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He sat up in bed, miserable in the inside, but holding that inside.
"I'm fine. What's up?" He asked. Zayn would never come in his room without good reason.
"I just wanted to check on you. You haven't left your room all day, even when Louis left." Zayn came in and took a seat at the desk chair. Harry sighed, seeing in Zayn's eyes that the intruder knew more than he was letting on.
"I'm fine. You can go back to whatever you were doing before you started worrying about me." Harry breathed out, just wanting Zayn to leave him alone. He needed to cry for a couple hours, then wait for Louis to come home So he could fall asleep in his arms. It wasn't weird for Harry to do something like that. For him and Louis sleeping in the same bed was ritual, a ritual that made both boys feel safer and more loved.
"Actually, Liam Niall and I were just about to start a game of FIFA. Since we all know you won't be able to sleep until Louis gets back, I thought I'd invite you to join." Zayn offers. Harry shakes his head, falling backwards in the bed again.
"Actually, I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Maybe some other time." Harry rejected Zayn's offer, bot completely lying. The pain in his heart sometimes made him feel physically sick.
"You seem to get sick a lot whenever Eleanor comes around. What are you, allergic to her?" Zayn teases. Harry shrugs, not wanting totell Zayn about how much he hated Eleanor for taking Louis away from him.
Zayn sighs, noticing Harry's reluctance. "Harry, what's up mate? Yoive been down a lot lately. Did something happen?" Zayn presses. Harry feels tears form in his eyes, but he blinks them away. No, nothing had happened. Nothing except for his best friend, who he happened to have a major crush on, getting a girlfriend and spending every waking minute with her. He doesn't respond to Zayn, not trusting his voice. But Zayn knows what silence means when it comes to Harry. He sighs again, wishing Harry would just tell him what the problem is.
