My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

Clearance

When I came home I thought about whether or not to call Louis. At least he hadn't told me to go fuck myself, so there was a chance he'd answer. I looked at the time, 3.45 and thought about where he might be now. Was he home already? Was he still at school? If he was at school and I called him and someone saw it, I would probably cause trouble, so I decided to wait for another hour or so.

To pass time I did my homework so I wouldn't have to do it on the weekend. Neither Niall nor Liam had sent me a text asking if I wanted to hang out this weekend and that annoyed me. I knew they didn't like the idea of me hanging out with Nick, but it was my decision. Niall probably wasn't even mad at me, he just didn't understand it, but he was probably with Liam who was definitely angry at me. Again, I didn't know why he was, but something told me there was a reason behind it, but why wasn't he telling me? It was the same with his mysterious lover. He seemed to be hiding more and more things from us- or from me- and I was slowly fearing that our friendship was slipping away from us. It had never been like that, only since the beginning of the school year, but what could be so bad that he couldn't tell me? Sometimes I wondered if Niall knew, but then I remembered how Niall was dealing with my secrets and there was no way he could keep his mouth shut in front of me without mentioning it at least once.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear my door open.

"Honey? Dinner is ready." My mum announced smiling at me.

I got up and followed her downstairs and we ate, talking about our plans for the weekend and other things. When we finished, I went back upstairs and to the bathroom suddenly wanting to have a beauty evening. I took one of my face masks and applied it to my face. When the time came to wash it off, I stepped into the shower and let my body soak up the hot and calming water. I also decided to turn on the massaging jets and groaned in relief when they hit my back. After soaping my body with a sponge, I grabbed my razor and shaved my body just like always. After probably an hour of standing in the shower I got out and dried myself with a towel and then curled up in my soft bathrobe and went back to bed.

When I looked at the time- 7.23- I decided it was a good time to call Louis. However, my thumb lingered on the 'call' button because I was afraid of him to snap at me or worse, that he didn't want to talk to me at all. Eventually, I pressed my finger on the phone and it rang once... twice... three times... and after the fifth ring or so it stopped. Either he had declined the call or answered it, but it was silent for a second on the other line.

"Hello?" His voice finally rang through the phone and I almost squealed in joy. The first step was done.

"Hi." I breathed out. Silence. "Are you free right now or should I call later?" I asked him when he said nothing.

"No, it's fine." I heard him sigh and his voice told me he definitely didn't want to talk to me.

"I wanted to apologise." I started and waited for his reply or any sign of him.

"It's fine." He declared without any emotion.

"Lou, please. Don't do that." I pleaded sitting on my bed with crossed legs.

"What do you expect me to do, Harry?" He asked angrily.

"I don't know." I said defeated. "I want to explain it."

"There's nothing to explain. You obviously wanted to spend time with Nick instead of me. It's fine." He said and I knew exactly what his expression was at the moment and that made me even sadder.

"No, it's not-" I started, but he interrupted me.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't have time or the nerves right now for this shit. I'm not a fucking teenager who has to fight over one guy with another, okay? I knew it would be hard, but I don't have the fucking strength to fight another war. I'm sorry." He said and his voice was so broken that my heart clenched.