Run Away from me (A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction) (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 8

Eight

It's Thursday. I can't help but feel giddy just thinking about going out tonight to take some photos with Louis. Maybe I can do that kind of stuff, the photography thing, except that I don't have formal knowledge about it. Maybe I already have the equipment needed. Okay, I do. It's not a big deal. My parents spoil me a lot. They try to buy me things I don't really need in exchange of their absence. Never mind. Let's not talk about my past.

Anyway, this morning, nothing special happened. We had a pop quiz on Renaissance Arts and I got a perfect score. No big deal.

Liam and Zayn ate lunch with me on the school cafe. While talking about our plans about our next visual arts output, Zayn zoned out, staring somewhere. When we looked at what he's gazing at, we realized that he's actually looking at this girl from our Lecture class. I don't remember her name. I think it sounds like Fernz or Perdie or something. But she's remarkable, with the dyed hair, puffy eyes, and all. I can tell she's beautiful.

Liam and I looked at each other and grinned sheepishly as we cooed on Zayn.

"Someone's got a crush." Liam says, while pinching on Zayn's cheek, bringing him back into reality.

Zayn just slapped Liam's hand away and shrugged which in turn, made me raise my eyebrow. I don't want to be nosy so we didn't say more.

After lunch, we went to our separate classes for the day. Zayn and Liam asked if I want to hang out for the night but I said I can't, knowing that I have plans with Louis tonight.

Speaking of Louis, he's supposed to be here by now. He said that he's going to pick me up by 7:00. It's already 7:02. He's late and he's never been late so far, besides tonight. Maybe you're just being ridiculous, Harry. It's not a big deal. I tapped my converse on the floor while I sat on my couch, waiting for him to come and barge in. 10 minutes passed and I'm getting worried. He didn't even text me for the past two hours. When I was already full with agitation, I texted him a short message.

Harry: Where are u?

When six minutes passed and no response came, I've decided to just come into his place. I drove for 10 minutes and pulled over his driveway. I walked into his front porch and knocked a little too hard into the door. When no one answered, I can't help but feel even more worried and a little bit madder. He ditched me then now he's not going to answer the door?

I knocked once again but still, no one answered so I just opened it all by myself.

What I saw made my anger melt and my shoulders slumped. Louis is slouched on the floor, crying while he hugged his knees. Maybe he wasn't able to hear my knocks because he's got his earphones on. I can't help but feel bad for him. He hasn't noticed my presence until I knelt beside him to gently touch him on his shoulders.

As my hand had contact with his skin, he looked up, eyes all rimmed with tears.

"Harry?", he called with his voice a little bit smaller than usual while he removed his earphones.

"Yes, dear. I came to check on you since you..." 

I wasn't able to finish what I'm saying since Louis pulled me towards him, and hugged me tight. 

I almost got out of balance and was a little bit shocked but not in a bad way. I hugged him back, placing soothing touches at his head while mouthing 'it's fine' and 'i'm here'. 

Maybe he's got a real problem in here.

"What's the matter, Louis?" I pulled away from the hug to look at him straight into the eyes.