Louis' heartbeat was going crazy as he sat on his bed. He didn't usually say rude things to his mum, and he couldn't help but feel a little bad.
He just didn't really expect her to follow him.
"Go." she said simply, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What?" Louis furrowed his eyebrows.
"I know you've been to Harry's house before, because you spent the night there once. So you know how to get there, right? I'm not gonna let you be an asshole to me because of whatever mistakes you've made. So go to that Harry kid, and fix the damage you've done." She walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Louis sat there in shock, until he heard his mum's usual soft voice. "Honey, I'm still your mum. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but you've definitely hurt mine, yeah? I hope you've learned something by the time you've come back. I love you."
He felt smaller than ever, almost as if he were a little kid again. He mumbled a quick "love you too" to his mum, slipping on his Toms and walking out the door.
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harry had destroyed his apartment. He was furious, and it wasn't even a feeling towards Louis. He was in a self-loathing pit of darkness, and all he saw was red. How could he let someone manipulate his emotions so easily? He was taught as a kid to never let that happen. Yet he just let someone throw his heart into a fire, without them even casting him a second glance.
He'd put a lot of thought into this, but he still couldn't hate Louis. The only other person left to hate was himself.
Harry was surrounded in shattered glass, broken chair legs, and flipped-over furniture. He was losing control, and he couldn't stop.
He started to sob, becoming overwhelmed with emotion.
He didn't stop until he heard a soft knock on his door.
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Louis stood outside, contemplating what to do. What if Harry physically hurt him? He didn't think that would happen, but Louis kind of deserved it.
Right as he started to think Harry wasn't going to let him in, the door opened.
Shit. Harrt looked just as bad - if not worse - than Louis.
Cheeks red, eyes puffy; he didn't expect Harry to be affected so much. He let his insecurities blind himself from seeing that Harry had feelings too.
Louis slowly walked in to the apartment, and Harry shut the door behind them. The two sat down, leaning their backs against the door. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, the silence filling their lungs and calming them down a bit.
Harry closed his eyes. He was drained; previous anger-filled adrenaline had left his body.
Louis took the opportunity to stand up, walking into the kitchen and finding a broom next to the fridge. He quietly sweeped all of the glass up, and slowly moved the furniture back to normal. He threw away everything that couldn't be fixed. Every single step he took made him feel worse about how he acted.
He didn't want to open up to Harry, but what else did he have to lose?
When he walked back to the door, he saw that Harry hadn't moved. Louis felt a small smile form on his face, and he picked up the curly-haired boy. Louis thanked his small arms for obeying him, and not embarrassing the two by dropping Harry.
He gently placed Harry on his bed, pulling a blanket over his body. Harry seemed quite unconscious, and Louis was thankful. This meant he had more time to brace for impact.
Louis wanted to make things as okay as possible, so he did something what was sure to make Harry less angry.
He ordered pizza.
A large, pepperoni pizza was scheduled to be at the apartment in twenty minutes.
Louis patted himself on his back, and continued to clean.
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When Harry woke up, he was more than confused. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the ground surrounded by various broken things, but he must have moved. He was in his bed, perfectly tucked in, and he could hear someone knocking at the door.
"Okay, yeah, thank you." Louis, Louis? said, closing the door, whistling.
Harry frowned, not wanting to get out of bed. Oh shit, he forgot that Louis came in. He must have fallen asleep, and Louis took him to his room.
He rolled (literally) out of bed, trudging into the living room. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Louis placing slices of pizza on a plate, and putting them on the coffee table.
"You bought me pizza?" Harry asked, obviously knowing the answer. Even though his voice was filled with sleep, he sounded like an excited little kid.
Louis blushed, nodding, and wrapped his arms around one of Harry's big couch pillows. He motioned for Harry to sit down, and they ate the pizza in a comfortable silence.
Good things can't last forever, Louis reminded himself, I still have to talk to Harry.
"I'm sorry Harry," Louis said as Harry simply nodded, unable to talk with his mouth full of pizza, "but I still need to ask you something."
"You're hiding something." Harry's eyes widened. He had hoped Louis would forget.
Harry swallowed his bite of pizza, sighing and nodding.
"Why?"
Louis' eyes picked apart Harry's. Harry seemed scared.
"Tell me your secret." Louis stated simply.
"Or I'm walking out that door." He added.
Harry went from full of fear to full of rage.
Now he was angry at Louis.
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Omf I'm sorry I haven't updated in AGES. I don't really have an excuse besides that fact that I deleted Wattpad and was too lazy to download it til now anyway, oh no this is fanfic is gonna end soon :,( but guess what there is gonna be a sequel! :D not sure what's its gonna be called yet but when I figure it out I'll tell y'all. DONT WORRY ILL UPDATE FOR OFTEN NOW. OK BYE LOVES ._.
-Alee
