Once Louis slipped his parents' and sisters' notes into their respective rooms, he picked up his bag, taking a last look at his room and quietly tiptoed down the stairs, opening the door and stepping out into the wind. It was already 6 am and he knew that Harry would be somewhere on the street, jogging. He looked around and found him, curly hair walking towards his home. Louis took a deep breathe to calm himself down. He dropped his bag and jogged up to his curly friend. Journal clutched tightly in his hand. When he reached the driveway, he called for him softly. "Harry!"
The tall boy turned around, confused when he saw Louis. The small boy walked towards him and wordlessly handed him the small brown book.
"What is this?"
"An interesting story that you must read."
"Story books don't look like journals fag." he snapped
"If you know it is a journal then why did you ask, dickhead?" he bit back.
Harry was shocked by his outburst but let him be. He watched as Louis picked up his bag and walked away
"Where are you going?" he asked but it went unheard.
"I asked, where are you going?" he said raising his voice Louis swiftly turned around and walked towards him.
"Firstly, calm your ass down, don't wake the neighborhood up just because Mr. Dickhead got ignored. Secondly, what I do, its none of your business."
He stomped off. To drop Niall's letter in his mailbox and then to the train station ready to catch the first train available, wherever it would take him.
Little did Harry know that this was the last time he would be seeing the proudly gay boy for a long long while.
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FanfictionLouisandHarry, HarryandLouis, two inseparables. Ever since they met, at age 2, they'd been best friends. They knew everything about each other. Harry is confident and charming, Louis is loud and sassy, both good looking teenage boys. Why does everyt...
