Skirts and flirts (COMPLETED)

XVIII

''Harry called. Again. He even stopped by and left you these. I ate a couple. Oops.'' Zayn shrugged, going to his room and Louis looked at the box of cupcakes the curly boy had left. He pulled the lid, revealing all the small cakes and took the box in his arms. He opened the door, slamming it behind as he walked down the empty school hallways. He found a random girl, walking back to the building.

''Happy late fucking Christmas.'' he wished her, before exiting the school dorms.

He lit a cigarette up and walked fast towards the bar Oli worked.

The last time he saw Harry was when he banged at his door at 2AM, asking why he was ignoring him. That was two weeks ago. Louis bought him a bus ticket without saying anything and sent him back to his house. Since then, Louis' life was hungover, studying, booze, sex. In that fucking order. Every. Single. Day.

Louis would go out at night and drink with Oli, who tried to even stop him from coming, refused to serve, and so many other tricks, that Louis did not understand, but at the end of the day, Louis would go get drunk his ass off at some random bar. So, Oli would accept him and at least, he was safe there, right?

The morning Louis would wake up, he would never ever remember shit. Once he would open his eyes, facing the wall, he would lift his sheet slightly to check if he was naked or not and then, when he was (because he was), he would try to remember if biologically the person he had fucked was a female or male and then, he would try to remember their pronouns. And of course, then, he would remember how Harry would explain to him how pronouns worked and that it was important to ask and the feelings came rushing back and he wanted to cry. Finally, he would turn to look at the person, that was laying next to him and he'd get up, taking a couple of pills to stop he headache.

Eventually, the person he fucked with last night would wake up and they would make small talk, until they had to leave. Thankfully, both of them were hammered the night before, so it wasn't like the person was expecting some kind of date or love declaration or something from Louis. It was cool. It was just a fuck.

Louis would sleep through day, until Stan came banging to his door, bringing him notes and stuff. Fuck, he would not stop asking question about what was going on and Louis would dismiss every single one of them, because they were stupid and pointless and it just did not matter anymore. After Stan left, Louis would usually study his ass off, until late at night when he would repeat and repeat.

And repeat.

A vicious circle was Louis' life these past weeks and it was so fucking stupid.

So stupid.

Harry and Louis knew each other for only a bit over a month and it drove Louis to fucking distraction. Louis was losing himself every day. More and more with every single drink he drank, every single person he fucked, every single cig he had. It wasn't even a big deal. So what? Harry wasn't such a big thing in his life. He didn't even know the kid. Fuck, he acted so immaturely. He had a great life. He was doing good in school, was captain of the football team. Sure, he was drinking and smoking every now and then, but it had never been over the top. Never. Until now. Until one stupid thing he couldn't have. One ridiculously small thing, that wasn't even a big fucking deal was capable of ruining something he has been building for years. He had a life. He had his studies. And now? Now, everything was falling apart over one person.

A person, that called, texted and came by every day. Every single day, he would come and ask about Louis. Thankfully, he was never there. He couldn't bare seeing him. He was too embarrassed and too hurt to even look at him. He would drop cakes, cupcakes, even fucking flowers in an attempt for Louis to talk to him, but how could he?

It was too late, anyways.

Even if Louis shallowed his pride and talked to him, how could he explain all of this? How could he explain how fucked up he felt because Harry was too blind and he was too much of a coward. He couldn't just say, that this all happened because he never gathered the balls to ask him out.

Zayn, on the other hand, seemed to understand about the whole situation and still dropped idiotic shit about him whenever he had the chance, but still, he understood. He would shut the fuck up and not make a sneaky comment about people walking out his room and Louis not attending class or being all day hungover.

Louis was a bit thankful for that.

Niall was the one, who Louis was actually seeing in the street, but it did not go further than a 'Hi' and a sad look of Niall's that made Louis feel even shittier for everything.

Right now, he had no idea where he was walking to, but he would probably end up at Oli's pub, which meant, that he had to pass Harry's house, where the boy was probably asleep.

God, Louis was so fucking pathetic.

He hated himself.