Always You •𝖫.𝖲• ✓

𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 •𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 8•

Louis' POV

It's been just 10 minutes since Harry arrived with his girlfriend I assume since it's been 10 painful minutes of them making out.

10 minutes of awkward silence between us, no one has dared to talk.

10 minutes of me bouncing my leg up and down, trying not to throw up.

I look up at Zayn who just has an awkward expression, clear that he wants to leave, me too mate, me too.

My gaze shifts to Niall who looks like he is about to have a mental breakdown. He is biting his lip and his eyes are filled with tears. He takes a deep breath through his nose and looks up.

"Harry..." he speaks shakily and everyone looks at him, only Harry and that whor- girl smiling, "Who- who is she?"

Harry just smiles wider "This is Cassie," he looks at Cassie and kisses her and I was about to snap at them for kissing, again, "my girlfriend." He continues.

"I- uh, Harry why-" Niall struggles, not knowing how to phrase his thoughts.

I feel bad for him, because honestly if it wasn't about Niall all of us would have lost contact between us, he has been here for all of us and is like a bridge that connects all of us. Since I and Zayn arrived in England all Niall wanted was for all of us to get along, which meant me and Harry.

Niall gets up abruptly, "Excuse me..."

"Ni-" I get up as well, I look at Harry as I glare at him "1 thing that's all he asked for, 1 thing!" I leave for the bathroom where Niall went.

I go for the bathroom door but stop as I hear Niall's cries and Zayn comforting him.

"Why does he have to be like that? I want the old Harry back, the kind one, my Harry, our Harry! "

"I feel like I am being selfish, but I'm so tired, Zee... I'm tired of having to watch my friend fall apart like that as he gets drunk and high literally every night and I have to pick him up because he can't even walk on his own let alone remember his fucking house!" He sobs, I clench my fists and go towards our table looking for Harry.

And thankfully for me, he is still here.

I grab his wrist and drag him toward my car.

"What the fuck- what do-"

"Fucking shut up." I mutter as I open the passenger seat door. "Get in."

"No, where are we going? I am-"

"Harry Edward Styles get in the fucking car!" I yell, he looks at me, gulps then get in the car.

I slam the door then walk around the car and get into the driver's seat.

This is all my fault... I made a mistake that destroyed my relationship and the one that I love. All of this is my fucking doing, if I just had a fucking hold of how much I had drank that night everything would have been so perfect. Niall would not have to go through this, Harry wouldn't have to go through any of this, and Liam and Zayn wouldn't have to deal with our bullshit.

"Louis-" Harry's voice was soft and small, I grip the steering wheel tighter.

"Shut up." I whisper.

We arrive at my house.

"Come." I say shortly.

Soon we are inside the house and I turn around to look at Harry as I open my arms
"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years."

He just stares at me not doing anything.

"Do something! I made a mistake and I am paying for it and as if watching you letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry.
And quite frankly so am I..."

Silence.

"Say something for God's sake!" I yell and I look up just to see Harry with his head bowed down and his shoulders are shaking as he sobs .

This is all my fault...