another stupid hate song

Chapter 10

Mars gave Harry a blow job and then they showered and changed. Harry wasn't as turned on as he thought he would be. After the shower, Harry let Mars sleep here, he didn't want to be rude and send him home.

Harry already had one night stand and he or the person he slept with went back home after but he couldn't do that to Mars. Harry liked him, but tonight made him realise that it wasn't in that way and it could probably never be.

They slept a few feet away from each other and guilt was growing in Harry's stomach. He didn't know how he could tell Mars it couldn't happen again because he didn't feel anything without hurting his feelings.

Harry couldn't sleep because he was overthinking. In the middle of the night, he decided to go on the couch to try to sleep. He didn't succeed, though. He couldn't stop thinking about Louis' reaction and why he threw them his drink. Why was he like that? Harry had been kind to him, he let him sleep at his place when he needed it and he repaid him by throwing drinks at him. Harry knew he needed to stop thinking about it, but for some reason he couldn't.

He wanted to know what happened to Louis. he shouldn't bother him not to know why Louis was feeling sad, but he was worried. After all, when Harry had needed him, Louis had been here. Well, okay, it was only one time, but it was still much considering they couldn't stand each other.

Eventually, without Harry noticing, he fell asleep. He woke up to the sound of his microwave. It took him some time to remember Mars slept here.

"Sorry I woke you up. I was making myself some tea"

Why on earth did he make tea in the microwave? The kettle didn't exist for nothing. Harry found that weird but didn't say it, all he cared about right now was how he was going to talk to Mars.

"Hum, can we talk?" Harry asked, sitting up on the couch

"Of course" Mars sat next to Harry on the couch, his cup of tea made in the microwave in his hands

"I'm sorry, I- I don't think" he stuttered. how the fuck was he supposed to say that without hurting his feelings "I don't think that anything can happen between us"

"Oh. Why?" he asked

"I- I don't know" Harry said

"Was I bad?" Mars asked, frowning

"No! It's not that. It's just-"

Yeah Harry, what was it? he didn't know himself. He looked at Mars and this one was raising his eyebrows, waiting for an answer

"It didn't feel right"

Harry didn't really know what he meant by that.

"I'm going to head home" he said as he stood up and took his stuff

"I'm really sorry" Harry said

"I don't give a fuck, Harry" he said, but you could feel that he lied.

He was hurt, Harry could tell. He felt bad for being the one hurting him. He shouldn't have asked him to go to his flat in the first place, it was selfish.

Mars left the flat quite angrily and Harry couldn't help but feel bad about the whole thing.

...

It was friday and the university was closed for sanitary reasons, god knew what happened but Harry didn't care. today, he and his friends were going to the beach for the weekend. Niall had booked rooms in a motel near the beach for them to stay in.

It was winter, but where they were going, the weather was great.

Harry was packing the rest of his things. He was going to pick up Niall, Liam and Zayn and they would drive for a few hours before enjoying their time together at the beach. Louis didn't answer whether he was coming or not, so Harry guessed it was a no. He was looking forward to this trip.