Our Hands are Tied

Week 8: Day 4, Tuesday.

This- this could be the last day of the project.

Wow.

And Harry hated him-

They were walking to school, desperately trying to keep a conversation going. There was a sort of tension there. (whether it was, like, an awkward 'walking on eggshells' tension, sexual tension, or- a mixture of both- he did not know.)

Harry seemed nervous, jumpy.

Louis could tell why, Harry was probably dreading... Something.

He knew the dynamic between them had changed considerably. And it probably wouldn't go back to normal. 

Whatever normal is.

Is normal when they hated each other? Or is normal when they liked (loved?) each other? Or is normal when they had no awareness of the others existence? 

Whatever normal is, it certainly isn't this awkward tension. The feeling that some type of bond was breaking, as if it was a rope, slowly fraying. One wrong move, and they would break away from each other- and float off into the stratosphere.

So, quite literally, the only reason this isn't happening- is cause they're hands are tied. 

And that scares him.

"Hurry the fuck up."

"Fook off."

Harry rolled his eyes, Louis noted the lack of usual joke. The dynamic had changed- if it was permanent, he didn't know.

***

"Ah, good, you're here."

"Sorry, sir, someone," Harry glared pointedly at him "insisted we get coffee."

"It's ok, boys. But where is the coffee?"

"I finished it."

"Ah. Come on then, we don't hav- actually, we do. Let's go, anyway."

They followed Mr. Hemsworth, who was looking quite attractive in a red hoodie. (sorry not sorry.)

Harry was still sulking, he could tell, but he was maintaining a happy-go-lucky façade.

Louis was feeling... Strange. He didn't know the emotions that he had surrounding Harry any more. Since, when he hated him- it was just one solid emotion. No wishy-washy feelings, no confusion. Just hatred. 

And, recently (until a few days ago.) it was a bit confusing, but not that much. Since, there was the feeling of; wow, I actually don't mind this person. Then, there's; maybe I kinda actually like this person... Then, of course (just for good measure.) there had to be; I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM ILOVEHIMILOVEHIMILOVEHIM!!! 

And- now, which, in his opinion- is the worst (duh- it's fucking horrible!); I love him! But it seems like he hates me cause my defensive mechanisms kicked in and I was like: HOLD UP! Trust issues! Remember! And suddenly it's awkward tension and the impending sense of doom and the feeling of YOU CAN'T FIX IT!! And its all my fault...

A/N: Idkw it's suddenly first person... 

Louis, after about twenty minutes of walking in silence having an inner monologue (main character moment, which is funny, cause he sure as hell ain't a main character.), realised that he didn't have a clue where they were.

Not a fucking notion.

***

"...So! As I was saying, you're gonna be followed- by someone you have no idea who they are- who will then report back to me. Now, they won't be close enough to hear everything you're saying- but some of it, yes, they will hear. Any questions?"