Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 5

As soon as the sunlight hit him, we was aware of the happenings of the previous night. Harry immediately begins to cry again. He and Nick are really over. There is nothing to be fixed. It's done.

He hates himself that he had Sex with him the previous night. That he gave in again.

How was I that stupid to think that sex meant we're good again?
How am I supposed to look at him when we meet on campus?
Why was I that stupid? Thinking it all be fine again now, just because we shagged.
Gosh- when did I became that dumb??

So many questions were running through his mind. But no matter how hard he tried the only answer he came up with was crying. And as if the week couldn't get any worse there was a knock on his door.
He frowns.

"Get lost!"

"Harry Styles?"

"What?"

"I have a delivery."

"Just leave it on the mat."

"I need a signature. I'm sorry, mate."

"Bloody hell." He murmurs to himself.

So Harry got up, not in the mood to talk to a single soul. The delivery boy was cute but what the brought wasn't. On any other day he might have flirted a bit with him, shown him a wide smile and flicked his hair through his hair.

During the stress and mess that occured in the past two weeks and nights he completely forgot. How could he forgot? He was so excited for it, before everything went to shit with Nick. He forgot that the charity event of the University is happening in a few weeks. A gala. A ball. A freaking big thing.

Why that is important?

Because he is suppose to make a speech for the social science department, and he hasn't wasted a single thought to what he wanted to say. As if being reminded to prepare the most important speech of his life in all this mess wasn't good enough, fate kicked him in the arse.

Invitation to the annual charity gala

Invites: Harry Edward Styles

Coming: [] yes [] yes +1 ________________  [] no

Tears streamed down his face ones more. He wanted to bring Nick. They were supposed to be each others date.

Since...

FUCK - No fucking way!

Nick is also speaking.
Nick will be there, probably with a date. Maybe the dick from the restaurant, but probably someone else.
Nick had a reputation of fucking around before he got with Harry, and he's probably doing it honour again.

And Harry will be there-
single and heartbroken, dulling his sadness with drinks while watching all the happy couples dance.

He realises that he can't be bothered with any lectures today. He rather just stays in, or to be precise in his bed. There is no point in leaving, if he can still live in his sorrow for a bit. He stares at his ceiling when it knockes again.

No way in hell he is opening that door to anyone today, he had enough bad news. He hopes that the person would just leave since he hasn't reacted at all but than it knocked again.

"Open up. I know you in there."

He sighed and got up, opening the door to an angry looking Louis.

"What are you doing here? I'm not in the mood to get moped by you at all. Just leave."

"Sorry, can't do. As much as I want to. The others gonna be here any minute as well, if you want to get a bit more presentable. I am just the only one who can show up on time."

Louis doesn't wait for Harry to invite him in, he goes past Harry and took place in the middle of his bed.

"I didn't knew we were hanging out... Don't you have classes?"

"I do but not till later. Also Niall said something about keeping you company during your heartbreak and stuff."

"Can you please not..?"
Harry whisperes as the tears move into his eyes.

Louis gave him a look full of sorry and nodded.

"Sorry. Actually I'm sorry for yesterday as well. It wasn't the nice way to tell you. And I sure as hell am not the person that should break bad news to you. I just have a bad way of words right now."

Harry thinks he has to have misheard. Louis, saying sorry and admitting that he is wrong? That's a new first one.

"Thanks. But I'm glad I found out sooner than later. Screamed at him in the restaurant though."

There was a small smile forming on his lips.

"That's the Harold I know."

Before Harry was able to protest about the name, he heard loud footsteps infront of his door and a certain accent screaming

"Oh Harry, love of my life. Sun of the day, please open the door and invite me in. Have me. Take me. Use me."

He can't help himself but laugh. He loves Niall and all his enthusiasm.
He opens the door and looks at Niall who brought chocolate pralines and a small bouquet of tulips.

"Oh Harry! My Harry." He falls into his knees, moving on them the last few meters to Harry.

"Nia-... Nialler" is a Harry is able to say while laughing.

"Are you two loverbirds done?"

Louis annoyingly said out from the back. He was glad that Harry can laugh again but Niall's show is just too much for him. He really is a drama queen.

"Come in. Liam's coming as well or is it just us?"

"Just us. Little threesome."

Niall chuckles.

"Oh gosh Niall. You both are the threesome of my nightmares."

"Louis be nice. Harry is still heartbroken and having you say that shagging him would be a nightmare is not gonna help."

"I didn't say shagging him would be a nightmare."

Harry's eyes widened. What did Louis just say?

Louis realizes how it sounded.

"I said sleeping with the both of you would be a nightmare."

Okay Louis realizes there is no way of getting out of that situation. So he just pulls out his phone and scrolls thorough Instagram.

Niall eyes wandered between his friends. He never brought their hateful relationship but in the past few days it got strange, the way Louis acted.

"Okay." Harry was the first one to gain his voice back.

"Is there something special the two of you have prepared to keep my mind busy?"

"Nope. But I thought eating ice cream would be a good start and maybe watching a movie ?"

Niall always has the best ideas, thinks Harry.

As they managed to eat the whole pack, they chatted about stupid things. It was mostly Niall talking and a bit of Louis, but it did indeed occupied Harry's mind.

It was all he needed.