Slipping For You (l.s)

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    Now Harry was all alone.

    He didn't have Liam and he didn't have Louis. Louis should just forget me, he thought, it's be easier, he repeated. It wouldn't be easier but he can believe what he wants to believe.

    He walked through the hallway with eyes still on him. That whole charade with Louis was useless because people were still watching him immensely. What was wrong with him? Why did he always feel like everyone was watching him? No one could protect him! Liam would protect him. Louis would protect him (bitch- you shouldn't have ran then 😭😭).

    "Hey." Harry heard an unfamiliar voice reply. He jumped and turning away from his locker towards the voice. Please be Louis, please be Louis, he chanted in his thoughts.

It wasn't Louis. It was some dumb blonde.

    "H-hello?" Harry asked, looking him up and down. He was wearing a black collared shirt and Black Nike sweats. He's a jock isn't he? "Is there something you need?"

    "You've been looking really sad lately. I was wondering if you're ok." His Irish accent kicked in. "What the fuck?" Harry thought, "There's no Irish people here. Were in Cheshire."

    "Oh, j-j-just an argument w-w-w-with a f-friend." Harry tried to reply, but his stutter was making his response wordy and (hard to read😃 Grammarly can fix that) he thought Niall couldn't understand.

    "You've got a bad stutter, huh? That's okay. I used to stutter too." The blonde said.

    Harry's jaw nearly dropped. There's no way this hot blonde used to stutter. He talked perfectly and his words were easy to understand, past his Irish accent. And he was hot. "A-are y-y-you pulling some s-sick joke?" Harry's face tightened. It wasn't funny.

"What the hell? No!" The blonde pulled out his phone, then went into his camera and into an album labeled "Stutters". He tapped on the first video and turned up his sound.

    "H-hi, m-m-my name I-is Niall. T-t-today-" He tried to say, before being interrupted by laughter. Harry guessed "Niall" was trying to do a class presentation but he was failing miserably.

    He flushed and paused the video. "Yeah." Niall said. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck (ITS GIIVVVIIINNNGGG EPISODE??? WHAT AM I DOING W MY LIFE.).

    "I-I'm sorry for not believing you. I-I'm h-h-happy that y-you got over y-yours." Harry said, trying to force a smile but his guilt and jealousy were getting in the way.

    Niall smiled back. "But back to you. What's gotten you down? You and Louis aren't hanging out as much anymore." He assumed.

    "How did you know that?" Harry asked. Maybe he was one of the eyes. Maybe he was watching him. Maybe he was out get him. No. Yes. No. Yes. N-

    "Well, everyone knows you by what you wear which, I'm not judging you at all, I think you're really cool for that. And everyone knows Louis because well, he's Louis. He's nice and cool, he doesn't really talk much, but when he does, he's funny and everyone loves him." Niall said, kind of blushing. Why was he blushing? Why was he describing Louis like that? So in detail.

    "I think I fucked things up with him." Harry said, kind of tearing up. He couldn't cry. Not right now. He didn't deserve to cry after all he did. If anything, Louis should cry. Louis should feel self pity not Harry. Harry didn't deserve any pity.

     "Aw, it's okay, do you wanna talk about it?" Niall said opening his arms for a hug. Harry gladly took that hug and closed his eyes, trying to imagine that it was Louis.

    "It's not that bad. I'm sure he'll come ar-" Zayn was trying to say before he turned the corner and witnessed Harry crying in Niall's arms. He stood in front of Louis, blocking his view.

    "What the fuck? Get out the way, we're going to be late." Louis said, trying to push Zayn out of the way. Zayn didn't budge.

    "I think we should go the other way. It's too crowded." Zayn said, trying to push Louis backwards.

    He just sighed and pushed Zayn out the way, because we all know he's much stronger than Zayn.

    And he saw it. Harry sobbing in Niall's arms. He looked so at home. Maybe Louis wasn't the first, but how could Harry move on so quickly? He thought... maybe that had something, shared a moment or two. Maybe they did, but it was all forgotten now as he was being held in another guys arms (and now your laying in another guys aRrRrrmMmMmmMsSs please say you guys know that song by Conan Gray.). What was it all for anymore? Louis was nothing to Harry, a mere memory.

    Harry finally let go of Niall after what felt like hours later but in reality was only a few seconds. He wiped his eyes and turned towards Louis and jumped. His face blushed. He liked it too, Louis thought. His face tightened.

     "Louis!" Harry said, pushing Niall away and keeping eye contact with Louis.

    "Yeah, I'll go the other way." Louis said lifelessly, turning around and walking the other way, shoving Zayn out the way once again. Zayn looked back at the two and shook his head. "God, Harry." He said and cursed under his breath.

 

    Way to fuck things up with my crush. Now he thinks I'm going after his ex best friend. I ran my hand through my blonde hair (we're in Niall's POV if you haven't caught on yet). "Gosh, well we've both fucked up now." I chuckled.

    Harry just looked at me, stomped my foot, and ran away sobbing.

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Ahahaha yes suffer all of you.