stand here with me || h.s

5.

Five : Harry

"Was wonderin' when I'd get this call..." There was humor in his voice, but none in mine.

"Come over."

"M'in the middle of something, lad." He was still laughing, or at least smiling.

"Louis."

"Alright, alright...on my way, your highness..." I ended the call and paced around my kitchen. I knew it'd be a bit before he arrived at my Beverly Crest home, but I couldn't seem to sit still. I couldn't keep my mind off of her. After pacing at least fifteen times, I finally lifted the handle of whiskey out of the cabinet-I could tell myself that it was due to the fact that I had absolutely no food in the house, but that would probably be a lie. Two glasses in, my phone buzzed. Let me in, fücker! I pressed the gate button on the remote sitting on my kitchen counter and waited for the front door to open. Of course, he took his sweet fücking time, and finally, five or so minutes later, he sauntered through the door with a knowing smirk playing on his unshaven face.

"Ello, lad." I just stared at him as he grabbed a glass and poured himself a shot. "Did you call me here to gaze or...?"

"Louis..." I began, not even knowing where to start.

"Don't tell me you're pissed, Styles."

"M'not...no, just...what happened, Lou? How did that happen?" He shrugged.

"We ran into each other at a party, lad. Nothing special, we didn't meet up purposely..."

"Was she with, um, was she with anyone, like...?"

"Don't know...not him though, that guy. I think she was with some blonde bird..." Her dress had been so pretty. Just the thought of her...I felt less angry and more pathetic as I sipped down some more whiskey.

"How was she?" He shrugged again.

"Dunno, mate. I was a bit drunk, but I think she was too."

"But how was she? Is she, y'know, is she okay? Is she alright?"

"She seemed fine...a little, um...standoffish? Dunno, probably cause it was me."

"What did she say?" He shook his head and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

"She's...she isn't that same girl. She's not...dunno how to say it, really?" He leaned against the counter as I waited anxiously. "She's not the Hallie I remember."

"Lou, is she okay?"

"She's sad, Harry. Like, I told her-sorry-but I told her how you don't sleep and I told her that you love her..."

"What did she say to that?"

"She was pissed that I was talking about it at all, but then she told me that she doesn't sleep either...dunno, I think she misses you and I'm sure she's still...I'm sure she still loves you..."

"Did she say she did?"

"No, obviously, mate...she didn't, but I saw it. She wouldn't have been that way if she didn't still love you." I bit down hard on my lip, soon tasting blood, then I squeezed my eyes shut.

"God, Lou...I miss her...I miss her so fücking much it kills me."

"I know you do."

"I can't fücking-I can't do this anymore. It's been almost nine months and I cannot get over it-I cannot stop loving her or missing her...I need her everyday and I want her back. I want her back, Louis." He sighed, clearly at a loss for words.

"Give it time, Harry."

"I can't give this anymore time. I can't be the guy who waits and waits-"

"Then what the fück do you want, mate?!" I could always count on him to challenge me. "You can't-you won't ever get her back with that fücking attitude! I can't wait anymore, boohoo I can't fücking fight for the love of my life, oops poor fücking me-it's not just gonna come to you, Harry! She's not gonna serve herself to you on a silver platter! M'not gonna sit here and pity you and feel sorry for you! If you love her and if you want her back, then go fücking get her back. If not, grow the fück up and move on because I can tell you this much, we're all bloody done with this you. You do nothing but mope around and sulk and it's getting real old, real quick." His rant left me speechless and slightly ashamed. He was absolutely right. I had become this empty shell and she was out there hurting and I needed to fix it. I needed to get my shït together and I needed to earn her. I was going to win her back. I was going to make her love me again. I was going to fight for her because she deserves nothing less.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"M'gonna get her back."
"It could take a while, mate..."
"She's worth it."
"You're not going to give up? When it gets hard are you going to cry like a fücking baby?"
"No, Louis, I'm not."
"You sure?"
"Positive, yes."
"Fücking finally, bro." His grin was happy and satisfied and I was grateful for him. I was grateful for his faith in me and his horrid stubbornness.