Harry pulled out a white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. a common choice of outfit for Harry. He laid the pants on the bed and pulled the shirt on over his head and glanced in the mirror. The boy staring back at him scared him. He had curly hair like Harry except the curls were greasy and unkept. He had green eyes like Harry too but instead of happy and full of life like they usually were they were dull and almost blue instead of the forest green they had always been. The boy in the mirror had big purple bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and they were definently blood shot. When the boy raised his arm to run his fingers through the messy curls the bones in his wrist poked out and the vains could be seen from miles away. Harry was frightened when he realized that the boy in the mirror was himself. He pulled off the fresh shirt he just put on and slipped out of his boxers before going in the shower and washing his hair at least four times before he got out and got dressed again. He was more satisfied with his reflection but when he noticed what he was wearing his heart almost cracked in two. It was the same outfit he wore the day Louis fell in a coma. The day that Louis fell asleep and has yet to wake up. Harry's knees gave away and he fell to the ground and buried his face in his hands. Harry sobbed loudly as he heard his phone practically explode with texts. In the midst of his crying he managed to pick up his phone and read the texts. They were from Louis' number.
"Harry? Where r u?"
"Harry?"
"Haz!"
Harry ignored the texts and threw his phone against the wall and heard it shatter when it hit the floor. The texts couldn't be from Louis. Louis was in a coma. Harry got all his strength and actually brought himself to stand up and wipe his tear stained cheeks. He stood up and looked at the remains of his phone. He picked up the little pieces and shoved them in his pocket. Harry made his way to the front door and took a deep breath before turning the handle and taking a step outside. Harry looked around at the halls and turned left, making his way towards the elevators and to the bottom floor. Harry didn't want to go to this interview. He sighed as the elevator made a ding signifying that he was on the ground and stepped out. Fresh air hit his face before he looked around. Then something hit him. Something literally hit him causing him to stumble back a few feet before trying to pry whoever it was off.
"What's wrong Harry? You don't want to hug your Boobear?" A familiar voice whispered in Harry's ear.
"Louis?!" Harry gasped and immediately wrapped his arms around the older boy and buried his face in his neck. "Louis, I missed you so much." Harry cried on the older boy's shoulder.
"Don't cry, Hazzabear" Louis mumbled and climbed out of Harry's arms. Louis looked at Harry once he took a step back. "Harry, are you ok? Have you been eating properly?" Louis asked and walked in a circle around Harry, examining every visible part of his body, causing Harry to chuckle.
"Louis I'm fine alright? Lets go please." And for the first time Harry smiled and actually meant it. "Louis?" Harry asked as they approached the car.
"Yeah, Haz?" Louis asked and walked slightly closer to Harry.
"I miss you." Harry smiled.
"Harry, you know I'm standing right here." Louis said and chuckled.
"I know. But Louis it was hard without you here you know." Harry sighed and looked to the ground and stopped walking.
"Harry, it's ok. I'm here now alright? We'll talk about this later, ok? C'mon we have an interview to go to." Louis smiled and grabbed Harry's hand and tugged him to the car where three other boys waited.
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"Harry, eat this!" Louis shoved a sandwich in Harry's face, causing Harry to take a step back.
