another stupid hate song

Chapter 9

The next day, Harry and Louis practised. Louis was more distant that the day before, he didn't make any subtle sex jokes or anything like that. He talked only if he needed to and when they were doing the scene. They had to kiss but they skipped that part and did the next part of the scene.

They just finished eating dinner and Harry wondered why he was like this when the day before they were - kind of- getting along. Harry wanted to ask him if he was okay, but it was out of curiosity, not because he actually cared, so he didn't ask.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight" Louis said

"You sure? I still don't have a blanket. I have a pillow, though"

"It's okay, I don't need a blanket"

"Okay" Harry replied as he cleaned the table "I'll give you a pillow"

"Thanks"

Harry went to his room and picked a pillow from his bed to give to Louis. Harry heard his phone ringing, it was Niall who sent him a text.

Niall: hey man! we should go to the beach next weekend, ask Louis if he wants to come there will be Zayn and Liam too

"Louis?" Harry said as he went back to the living room and gave Louis the pillow

"Yes?" Louis looked up from the TV to look at Harry

"Did you get Niall's text?"

Louis frowned as he took the pillow from Harry's hand

"He asks us if we want to go to the beach next weekend with him, Zayn and Liam"

"Why didn't he just send me a text?"

"I don't know" Harry shrugged

They stayed silent for a few minutes, not looking at each other, before Louis turned to Harry

"Did you tell him what happened between us?" Louis asked. Harry was a bit nervous about what to answer, he wasn't able to read Louis' expression and didn't know if the truth would piss him off or he would just shrug

"I- yeah. I'm sorry. Did you mind?"

"Not really. I don't care 'bout much anymore" he shrugged

Harry found it sad that Louis felt that way and it felt like Louis didn't even realize saying that.

It was so sudden, yesterday Louis was his annoying self, now he was lying on the couch and saying depressing things.

"You're sure you'll be okay on the couch?" Harry asked.

He didn't necessarily want to sleep with Louis by his side, it wasn't that, he just felt bad because he'd sleep on a couch without anything to cover up with.

"Don't worry, I think I imposed myself enough for me to sleep in your bed again"

"I- okay" Harry said. he wanted to tell him he didn't mind but didn't want to push it "If you need anything you can ask me"

"Thanks. Good night" Louis said, curling up on the sofa, only having a pillow, his sweatpants and sweatshirt to keep him warm

"Yeah. Good night" Harry said, going back to his room and getting ready to go to bed.

His 'relationship' with Louis -if he could call it that- was confusing. one time they kind of got along and the next they were cold with each other. Harry didn't know what to think about it and he honestly didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to sleep.

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The next day, Harry woke up early and saw that Louis was already up watching cartoons.

"Did I wake you up?" Louis asked as Harry went toward the kitchen to have breakfast