Hurt |L.S|

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Let's just forget, for the sake of the story, that all the boys actually should attend concerts and perform somewhere. It was the easiest for me to just say they are touring with Harry and have a break. I hope that's ok for you...?

Harry's PoV

"Fuck our departure is in one hour."

A groan in sync is what follows my sentence. Oddly enough I don't care that Lou slept in the same bed as me and Niall. I just hope we didn't get too touchy, maybe I'll ask Liam about it later. Maybe not, I don't need me worrying about something else.

Why did nobody stay sober enough to
be able to get us an aspirin and some water now? Even Liam who definitely started drinking after us all is completely hung over. With a miserably groan I roll out of my bed but I forgot a trifle: There are people sleeping on the ground next to my bed. And I just fell onto Louis who fell on Liam just minutes ago.

"Oops."

"Hi."

"Stop flirting you two and get off me, you're squishing me"

I blush profusely but Louis looks the same, which calms me down a bit. I slowly get off the two and reach my hand out to help Lou getting up...wait since uh when am I calling him Lou again?

Anyways he takes my offered hand and I pat him on the shoulder, maybe a little bit too hard for his hung over self because he stumbles and jokingly glares at me.

"Did you just push me, young Harold?"

My face had just taken on a normal colour but now it's turning red again. I missed that goddamn nickname. But if anyone else calls me that... then I will kindly tell them to please not call me that because my best friends call me Harold and it's reserved for them. Treat people with kindness, my friends.

"No, I wouldn't dare to push such a noble gentleman." I say in the best posh voice I could muster. The last day and night really helped me being open for a friendship again.

"Well then who dared to push me? They will die a horrible death in the dungeons."

Niall joins in with a dramatic:

"I did, master. I'm sorry. Please don't put me in the dungeons. I'll do everything for you." He say all this while putting a hand over his heart and pouting with puppy eyes.

We look at each other for ten solid seconds before we can't hold it in any longer. We burst out laughing while wincing at the loud noice it creates.

Louis, our hero, then goes to find some aspirin while the rest of us packs their stuff. They also took Lou's key card and just stuff his clothes in his suitcase. He only needs to add the final touch with putting the more personal things in.

I am close to panicking, it's not like we will miss our flight, it's a private jet, but I'll feel bad for everybody waiting for us. But panic with a hangover is not the best combination. I'm close to hyperventilating when Lou pushes the pill into my hand.

"Thank god", I hear Liam mumble happily.

"Lou, could you please pack your personal belongings so we can go to the airport? They already threw your clothes in the suitcase." The last part I say with an apologetic smile. Zayn and Liam actually folded the clothes and put them in carefully but Niall just threw them, he was a lot more efficient then the other two. I was just standing there, grinning like an idiot because it was always like this. It seems like every time I'm around the boys I just turn into my teenage me and I love that. It makes me feel like a happy tree.

On our way to the airport, we are all chatting happily, until a phone ringing bursts our little bubble. With an annoyed expression Lou pulls out his phone and wants to reject the caller but Liam stops him.

"Lou... you can't ignore her forever. I saw you rejecting her a few times. Just take the call."

Lou looks at him like whatever Liam said is true but unpleasant. He then looks at his phone again. I wonder who's calling. He signals us to be silent and we obey immediately."

"Hello, luv." he says with fake happiness in his voice. His face shows no emotions. But that quickly changes. Now it shows anger.

"No focking way. Nope. Non. No. In whatever language you want to hear it."

Small pause.

"Of course I know more languages! Nein. Nei. You happy now? God damn it Eleanor! I thought we were over this."

Shit, he sounds sad. And now I at least know who he's talking ti. But what are they clearly not over?It feels not right to hear them talk, seeing as it's a private conversation but we're all listening agitated.

"The fuck is wrong with you? You called me so I don't find out through the news papers. Well, thank you! I actually hoped it will never happen again.... Eleanor... I gave you a second chance."

Fuck I want to hug him. He sounds as like he's close to tears.

"I actually loved you, you know. But I can't give you a third chance. You hurt me way too much."

No, no, no. Please tell me what happened. Oh shit. Bet Liam's regretting that he made Louis take that call.

There's a short pause in which Lou's facial expressions are a rollercoaster. First he looks sad, then aghast and then there's just pure anger.

"Yes, I'm breaking up with you over the phone, I know that's not nice, but at least I didn't fucking cheat on you!" He shouts the last part while we all gasp in unisono. How could you cheat on the most precious bean in this world. The most perfect human. Wait... shouldn't I be saying this about my girlfriend? Anyways, how dare she! He's absolutely lovely and funny and just... everything. Louis turns to us after our gasp and we see the tears shining in his ocean blue eyes.

"I'm done with you. You can tell the story to yours and my management. No, don't cry, I didn't cheat, you did. And thank you again for informing me before the newspapers did. If you wouldn't have known that somebody took a photo you wouldn't even have told me." With that he ends the call and stares blankly at the back of the seat in from if him. The car is dead silent. I can't resist it anymore and pull him into my arms. I think I haven't felt that sorry for a person in a long time. As soon as I put one arm around him he starts sobbing. I pull him onto my lap and start rubbing soothing circles on his back. He sobs into my shoulder, his shoulders shaking.

It causes me physical pain to see him like this. My eyes are watering, so are the boy's. I continue with rubbing his back and start petting his brown feathery hair while also talking softly to him. Innert no time he falls asleep on me, still crying.

I look over to the boys who all wear pained expressions. If one of us is in pain, we all are.

Hope you liked it, have a nice day <3

~N
10.08.22