(n/luke: this chapter goes to sandwich1999 because i laughed way too hard bc of her comments. you go girl.)
"Harry?" Shit. Better come up with a god damn good excuse, Harry.
I turn around and Louis's standing by the entrance to the store. He takes a step inside and looks around.
"Uh, what do you want?" Not too hostile, Harry. He hates you enough.
"What are you doing in here? I thought somebody like you would shop at Oscar Del a Douchebag," he rolls her eyes. Smooth, Louis. Smooth.
"I thought somebody like you would shop at Skank-Mart." Shit, Harry. Shut the fuck up.
"Asshole," he mutters before leaving the store.
"Shit, I didn't mean that," I mutter. The employee comes back out from behind the door.
"Are these the shoes you were looking for?" he sets them down on the counter.
"Yeah." I fucked up here. God, this is definitely not going so well. He's going to be so pissed if he ever finds out I'm the one texting him. He hates me. I shouldn't of said that! I was just trying not to make it obvious. Now I look like an asshole. My goal was to be nicer to him when I was Harry. I wanted to make this stupid transition easier and now I've backtracked like a hundred steps.
I paid for the shoes and stepped out of the store. My phone went off and I knew who it was. I know it's going to be here. He's going to tell me what an awful person I am.
But if only he knew.
Louis Will ✩: I am so pissed. beyond pissed. I can't even see right now.
Me: why?
Because of me.
Louis Will ✩: harry. he. I just can't. im so upset he's a dick
Louis Will ✩: so much for your "he's not such a bad guy" speech. fuck you and fuck harry styles.
Louis Will ✩: and for a second, a SPLIT SECOND, I almost thought he was the you. And you know the worst part?
Louis Will ✩: I might of ACTUALLY BEEN FINE WITH IT. but all he did was throw fires at me and I just can't like I got my hopes up god I am so pissed I'm done. Beyond done.
Me: Louis, please.
Louis Will ✩: just stop texting me. S T O P . I'm tired of you dragging me along and playing with my feelings. stop pretending like you like me when obviously you're just doing this for a cheap chase
Louis Will ✩: I can't wait for you seniors to leave.
Louis Will ✩: don't text me or I'll block you. I swear to god, don't try me.
Louis Will ✩: I am so pissed rn.
I want to reply, but I'm not going to try that threat. I know he'd get a joy out of blocking me whether he knew I was Harry or not. I screwed up, I'm not making this one up anytime. he's never going to forgive me.
Is it even safe to give him these shoes without blowing my cover now? Like it already looks really suspicious that I was in there right after he left and then the shoes show up at his doorstep? he'll know it's me.
Me: niall, i need to meet you at the food court.
After a minute, my phone buzzed again.
Niall: why?
Me: I need to talk to you.
Niall: okay I guess.
He's my only hope.
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"Hey Harry," Niall smiles. "I was quite surprised you texted me. I'm not exactly in your friend circle."
Niall sits down and I push my plate towards him.
"Yeah, but you're friends with Louis, right?" Niall shakes his head and pushes the plate back.
"Yeah..."
"I need a favor, but there's a few things," I grab the bag off the ground and place it on the table.
"Okay, I guess."
"These are shoes for Louis. They're a Christmas present. Tell him they showed up on your doorstep with no name," I look around to make sure Louis's not around. "Don't tell him anything about me and you talking and especially about me giving you the shoes, okay?" He nods.
"But why?" I don't know if I tell him about the texting or not.
"I really like Louis, that's all," I sigh.
"But he hates you."
"Pretty much."
"I don't know if you're telling me the whole story or not, but you have my word," he grabs the bag off the table. "I won't tell him about anything."
"If it's any consolation, I don't think he hates you as much as he lets on." Yeah, right. Not after today.
"Thank you so much, Niall." He nods and we both stand up.
"So, I'll see you at the Christmas party in nine days?" I add, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah man."
Me: Louis, please don't block me. I'm really sorry that he said those things to you. Don't let it bother you.
I take a seat on the bench. After a minute, he replies.
Louis Will ✩: wait...
Louis Will ✩: how do you know what he said?
Me: I don't. you said he said something mean.
Louis Will ✩: whatever. Let me make something clear - you and I will never be a thing. Ever. So stop trying to talk to me, okay? Give up. In five months, you graduate and you'll leave. Or at least I hope.
Louis Will ✩: I'm not the boy for you and you'll definitely never be the guy for me. so fuck off.
(n/luke: louis is mean! so guyssss vote please so i know how many people have read it then i can update faster. thank you so much for everything ilysm!!!!)
