My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

So much at once

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"Hey, Harry. Come in. Louis isn't here yet." Zayn greeted as he opened the door to their flat.

"Oh. He told me he's on his way home twenty minutes ago." I said confused. The doctor's office was only ten minutes away. Strange.

"Maybe he had to refuel or stop to pick up something." Zayn shrugged. He wasn't one to worry easily. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked as he headed towards the kitchen.

"Just water, please." I called back as I slumped down on the couch. Zayn sat down next to me and made himself comfortable after handing me a bottle of water. Every time I was over at their flat it was like I was living here with them. Zayn was so casual around me by now and I felt comfortable in his presence even when I was alone with him. Same went for Liam with whom I have talked about it already and he told me the same when he happened to be alone with Louis and if it weren't for our messed up situation with Nick right now it couldn't be better than that.

"How far is Liam with the device?" Zayn asked in curiosity and I frowned.

"You haven't spoken?" I asked confused and he laughed slightly.

"He says I distract him too much, so I'm not allowed to text or call him." He chuckled and I had to laugh at that. I couldn't blame him because if it were for me and Louis we would have been the same.

"Ah, I see. As far as I know, he's almost finished. It only has to work now." I said.

It was already Friday, so we only had three weeks left to go through with our plan and we haven't even finished the first step. I was worried that we wouldn't make it before Louis' deadline was up.

"I'm sure he will. I hope Liam finishes this weekend so we can get the plan done." Zayn was as tense and worried as I was, but he was better at hiding it. I looked at my watch, slowly worrying about Louis.

LOUIS' P.O.V

My whole body was shaking as I walked out of the doctor's office and my vision was blurred. I stumbled through the double doors and wiped my eyes harshly and collided with a guy.

"Sorry." I mumbled and he looked at me confused.

"You alright, mate?" He asked worried when he saw my devastated face.

"I- yes, I'm...sorry." I stammered and rushed past him to my car.

I fumbled for my keys, grabbed them and with trembling hands I took them out of my pocket. They fell out of my hand onto the floor and when I looked down the stupid tears were blurring my vision again. I searched for them blindly and pulled up my nose opening my car before throwing myself into the driver's seat. "Fuck." I yelled gripping the steering wheel tightly. I leaned my head on my hands and tried to breathe normally. I counted to three as I inhaled, held my breath for a second and exhaled to five. I repeated the action a couple of times, but it was useless. The burning in my chest didn't want to go away and my breathing didn't want to regularise. However, I didn't stop with this technique and could slowly breathe normally again. Once I had calmed down ten minutes later I started the engine and drove off the parking lot.

As if it wasn't enough that Nick threatened me and forced me to quit my job and leave now the worst thing happened and I didn't even know who to tell. My family wasn't an option, they have been through so much already that I couldn't bring myself to give them any more bad news. There was no way I could tell Harry. He would go crazy and never let me out of his sight again. I loved him to bits, but that was something I couldn't tell him. I could tell Zayn, but he would just lecture me on why I didn't tell my parents and Harry and I didn't need his pity and his worried looks all the time. I had to do this on my own, no one could ever find out. I just had to find a good excuse for a week or so and I'd be fine.