Harry gaped with his eyes as big as the socket let them whilst the other boy had his eyebrows narrowed at the now angry-looking boy.
Instead of answering him, Niall asked another question. “How long have you been there, Lou?”
Louis flicked his tongue, blinking his eyes, not willing to shed tears. He felt betrayed somehow knowing all of this despite the situation he had been in.
“Since Mr. Harold walked out of my room. As I recall, he never apologized to me.”
“You didn’t?” Niall turned towards Harry, looking at him incredulously.
“Um, I'm–”
“Right. And I’ve heard everything, so you can make yourself comfortable while I go out for a bit. I surely need a moment to process everything, do I?” Louis said sarcastically but held back something in his tone that the two can easily notice. He began to stride to the front door but before he closed it, he gave Niall a smirk. “Take care of my friend, Nialler.”
Then the door slammed shut, the noise reverberating throughout the flat.
That was so... uncalled for.
“Damn.”
That was the first thing Niall said after the whole minute passed, still looking shocked by what they both just witnessed. “He’s hot when he’s angry. Like a hot kitten. You know when a cute little kitten is going to scratch you and you couldn't help but coo–”
Harry smacked his shoulder and sent a glare towards him. “Stop it, Ni. Not funny in the slightest. Not at the right time either.”
Niall brought one of his lanky legs over the other and pretended to flip his nonexistent long hair with his left hand and placed the right one on his lap, sitting like a drama queen he was. “Oh, really? You just can't take it because you’re jealous. Admit it, Styles.”
Harry had no time to take any jokes now and put his head in his hands, looking so disoriented. “I messed up big time, didn't I?”
“Yeah, we did.” Hearing Niall correct him, making him more restless of what else he would do next. He really was a dick to Louis. “But we can fix it, you can fix him.”
“How?” He asked desperately.
Niall shrugged his shoulders even if Harry didn't really see the gesture with him still having his head buried in hands. “I dunno why you asked me that when you are the one who put up with him for such a long time. Use your own way to win your boy’s heart back, Harold. I'm just here being your little cheerleader, I got your back.”
“If you said so...”
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The clock ticked in solitude.
Both of the boys were occupied with their thoughts and didn't know what else to talk about.
Minutes later, the blond boy broke the silence. “Hey, Harry.”
The green eyes one hummed.
“Do you have any idea where he was going?”
Harry, who was staring at the ceiling with his back leaned on the couch, sitting up immediately and turning his head like a flash with his wide eyes.
Niall blinked at the quick response, scared that Harry might get a whiplash at his neck but he didn’t care right now because he knew exactly what his answer was. He stood up and started to pace.
“Holy fucking shit, tell me you don’t know, HARRY!” Niall cried out.
Harry cringed then shook his head, making his curly hair look even messier. “I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, NIALL. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN I'M HERE WITH YOU?!?”
“Fuck. Okay, maybe that's why sometimes I think I'm smarter than you, Harold.”
“You're definitely not.”
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Harry was not gay and was just his friend, his mum passed away, he suffered amnesia, he had nowhere to go (not that he knew where he was), Louis was helpless.
Too much information to take in and it made his head dizzy.
Louis somewhat wished Harry didn't say anything and just held him there in the bed. But nope, he needed to say those things and gave up on trying to take care of him. It ruined everything, including Louis’ heart. He felt heartbroken and betrayed by his own boyf– best friend.
And another thing he just discovered was his beloved mum was dead. He didn't want to know how long it had happened. He felt so stupid to think his mum was working this whole time.
That’s what idiots think when their mum doesn't visit their child when they were in an accident. He thought painfully.
Louis felt like he wanted to go back being a toddler again, he wanted to cry and cuddle with his mum when the other boys were mean to him, feeling the warmth of his mother stroking his hair and bringing him to sleep. But then again, he had nowhere to go to. No one to go to.
A wave of cold air hit his cheeks, causing him to focus back on the road ahead of him. His hand slipped down to check if he brought his wallet with him and he did.
Thankfully Harry showed him before just in case he would've needed it to buy stuff. Then he didn't have to worry about the thing.
With money, Louis could effortlessly get the happiness he desperately needed right now, right?
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Cause I'm Really Not Fine At All (Larry Stylinson)
Fanfictionʕ•̫͡•ིʔྀʕ•̫͡•ིʔྀʕ•̫͡•ིʔྀ Louis Tomlinson, one of the famous members of One Direction, is involved in a car accident that caused him to have amnesia, wiping all the last five years of his life from the memory. The interesting part is he may not remem...
