Hollow - LS

17| Heartbroken

17| Heartbroken

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"I have not broken your heart. You have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." - Emily Bronte

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Heartbroken

Adjective

(Of a person) suffering from overwhelming distress; very upset.

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Judging from the tone of the message, Louis can tell that his mother isn't just mad but also livid. That also becomes a reality when Harry drops him off at home.

After waking up from the sun coming through the open window that Harry forgot to close the night before, he turned over to see that the side of his bed was completely empty. He got up a second later, letting his eyes get adjusted to the bright light and then he grabbed his phone to check the time.

And that's when he spots the missed text messages and two missed calls from his mother.

Louis, where are you? Are you at the friend again?

Louis, call me back now.

Louis stared at the messages, trying not to think about how she was more mad than concerned over him. That she wasn't worried over his safety.

The anger in her texts got him quickly off the bed, and dressed. There wasn't much to put on besides the shoes that were neatly placed next to the bed, and he was ready to go. After quickly using the bathroom, he walked downstairs to see Harry in the kitchen moving some things around.

And suddenly, Louis felt awkward.

"Are you hungry?" Harry asked without glancing up.

Apparently the awkwardness was only coming from Louis, because from behind the kitchen counter, Harry appeared completely calm.

"My mom texted me." He mumbled. "I need to go home."

"That doesn't answer my question." He said. "Are you hungry?"

Before Louis has the chance to answer, his stomach growls, and Harry smirks. "That answers my question."

"Harry, I have-"

"You have to go home, I know." He says. "But you aren't going home until you eat something."

"I can walk home myself-" He begins to say, but Harry interrupts him again.

"You know I will drive you home. The distance is too long." Harry says. "But I won't until you eat something."

The text Louis's mother sent him comes back through his mind. "My mother texted me last night, and I think she is mad."

"At least when you have something to eat, you won't be dealing with her on an empty stomach." He looks up. "I can drive you home now though if you want. I just thought it would be better if you ate something first. I'll do whatever you want."

Louis leans against the door frame, and thinks. He then glances down at his stomach, already having decided what he wants to do. "I think I want to eat something first."

Harry gives him a small smile. "What are you in the mood for?"

The look he gives him shows that they both know what they want. "Pop Tarts."

And so they eat. And when they do finally go to his house, Harry grabs his hand before Louis goes to open the door.

"Text me later." He said.