Used For Money

Venue

*Louis' perspective*

I love my best friend, Harry Styles. He's so amazing in every way, shape, and form. Of course, in a no homo way. Though I am questioning my sexuality, it isn't because of Harry. I mean, he's my best mate, and i'm about to be his best man at his wedding. But I hate the girl he's marrying. The thing is, she used to be kind, but as soon as she found out Harry was rich, she revealed her real self. But Harry doesn't seem to get that. I just wish he did so we didn't have to keep having these little arguments about her. I hate her so much. And Harry keeps trying to get me up with her brides maid, Elenor. She's sweet and all, but she's just not my type. I think.

I'm on the couch of my little apartment when I hear my phone ring.
"Hello Louis!" It's harry.
"Oi oi! What's up?"
"I kind of need help."
"Ugh. What has Olivia done now." I sigh and roll my eyes.
"Hey, don't talk about her like that. But she made plans to go hang out with her friends, but today we were supposed to go venue hunting."
"Oh shit. I'll be right there, I'll for sure help you."
"Oh my god, thank you Lou! I don't know what I'd do without you!"
"Of course you don't, i'm amazing!"
"Ugh, whatever loser."
"I'll hang up right now and won't help you at all."
"Fine! Fine. You're amazing. You happy now?"
"Why yes, yes I am." I say smugly.
"Hurry over!"
"Alright, alright!" We hang up.

I can't believe she did that. Harry is just so blinded by his love of her, that he hasn't realized what she's doing. I mean she literally ditched him and left him alone to pick a venue for their most important day of their lives! I really hope Harry realizes soon, I don't think I can take much longer without saying something.

***

I knock on Harry's door. He answers, looking disheveled, and he had been possibly crying.
"What's the matter mate?" I ask, hopefully lightening the mood.

"Oh it's nothing.."

"You've got to tell me or I can't help you."

"That's not very nice."

"Well i'm not a nice person. Now tell me what's going on. Why have you been crying?"

"I don't really know. I just- I can't explain it."

"Sit down will you? Try to explain it."

"What are you? My therapist?"

"Right now yes!" I cross my legs, pretending I have a paper and pen in hand and writing down Harry's thoughts, "Now tell me, why have you been crying?"

"Louis. I really don't know. Can we just go look for venues? Maybe we can talk later. I don't really feel like talking." Wow, not even a chuckle from Harry.

"Alright fine. But you own me."

"Whatever. Let's just go."

***

We get to the first venue. It's a beautiful beachside, Rome themed venue. I remember Harry saying he wanted to be next to the beach, pretty, but simple.

"I think we have to pass." Harry says.

"What? But I thought you wanted a beachside venue. And it's not even that expensive, but it's beautiful!"

"It's very beautiful, exactly what I want actually. But Olivia says she wants the most expensive venue and I think she wants one that's indoors. She's not a big fan of the outdoors."

"What about what you want Harry?"

"It doesn't matter what I want, as long as Olivia is the happiest girl in the world."

I just stare at disbelief, as he gets in the car. I can't believe he's not hearing himself. He's throwing away everything for her. Before you know it, I might be pushed away too..

***

We get to the next venue, and I have a feeling this might be the one Harry chooses because it's indoors and it's probably one of the most expensive, fancy looking places I've ever seen.

"Oh yeah, definitely this one."

"You sure Harry?" I hope he says no.

"Yes." He hesitates, "I'm sure." I hear a crack in his voice.

Now I'm determined to talk to him. I just can't take it anymore. His opinions matter too. In a relationship, it needs to be equal and you have to do things together. I'm just sick and tired of Harry being mentally destroyed. It makes me the saddest person in the world.

***

We get back to his place. I'm trying to hold back talking to him about Olivia, but I can't.

"Harry, we really need to talk."

"But I don't want to!" He whines like a child, I swear he is one sometimes.

"Please Harry, let me talk to you."

"I thought I would be the one talking, but sure go ahead! Better for me, I don't wanna do shit."

"Alright. But this is really hard for me to talk about. It's regarding Olivia."

"Oh please, we've talked about her before. You just gotta suck it up. I'm marrying her!"

"Please listen. Look, I just have to be the one to talk to you about this because no one else is around you enough to notice it." I take a deep breath, "Olivia is a gold digger."

"What?! No she isn't!"

"Harry, please let me finish." He crosses his arms, "I first noticed it after she I came over to your house once while she was here. She was all over your things and how expensive they all were. I just brushed it off back then because who wouldn't be impressed with the things you have! But now I realize that was just one of the signs." I take another deep breath, "I noticed she's never really around you anymore, she hasn't really helped with the wedding planning, and you're always putting her needs im front of your own. Even the needs she has are just ridiculous." I take a big gulp.

"Wow. That was a lot to take in."

"Do you understand why i'm concerned?"

"No! Why can't you just be happy for me?! Why can't you just be the best friend you were supposed to be?! You were supposed to be my best man, by my side, and support me! But all you're doing is trying to break my fiancé and I up! God, it's like you're in love with me or something! Just get out!"

I stare at him in utter shock. I can't believe he just said that. I thought he would understand, or at least not react in that way. I start tearing up.

"In fact, you're not my best man anymore. We're done Louis. All I have done is try to support you, but you just don'g care about me or my feelings. Goodbye Louis."

I start crying now. I run out of his house before you could even say love. I just want to take everything back now. But what's already done is done. I just fucked up the only true friendship I ever had. The one friendship that lasted, that I cares about, that he cared about. And I fucked it up.