"What's wrong?" Tyler asked. "Nothing why?" He shrugs. "You just seem, extra quiet. You haven't made any jokes or anything. And when we handed in the project you just sort of, groaned."
"I'm tired." People tell me I'm like my father, a lot. I get that comment about six thousand times a day. But seeing it from Louis? Especially knowing he said it after I told him everything.
"I know you hate questions, I get it. But I just- I'm scared. Please- Harry stop." He presses his hands to my chest, stepping back. "What?"
"Your heart is beating way too fast. You look- sad, usually you'd look angry but you're sad. Somebody's down something. Please just talk to me." I didn't know how to do this.
Nobody's ever cared before. "Louis said you won't talk to him either. Hero has been distant I just- don't know what to do. Marz went somewhere for the week and Daisy went with her and I'm alone but I'm worried you're going to end up back in square one and if you go then I think I would die-"
"Tyler," I rest my hands on his shoulders. "I just found some things out. I'm trying to figure out a way to process it without going into a fit of rage. Once I figure it out, I'll let you know."
"If it's not me, and it's not Hero. Then who? Because you were with Daisy and Marz- oh god. What happened?" I sigh. "Tyler please just, leave it alone."
"Tyler!" Hero yells. Jumping at him. "Hi baby, hi. I'm sorry. I was walking to your class but I got distracted. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. I got a bagel instead." Louis made his way over, smiling at me. "Okay we're gonna go, do something somewhere else."
Hero pushes Tyler away, I just made my way out towards the gates. "Harry you can't be mad at me I didn't- I don't even know what I did. What did I do?"
"Go away from me Louis." He runs in front of me, stopping me on the pathway. "Stop. It's pissing me off. I don't know what I did. I haven't done anything."
"No? You're just, gonna go about your days for the rest of your life, lying to me?" His eyes were frantic. "Harry I'm trying so hard to think right now it's just not working."
"How much mo why did you win?" I asked. "From what? Harry you're not making sense." This was making things harder to understand. If he'd owned up then I would've just talked about it. "How much did you and Stella bet on me ending up exactly where I was up until I found out? Hm?"
"Stella? Shit- shit wait, wait no I- okay, I know that it's bad but I literally forgot about that whole thing. Harry please you have to believe me." My head was hurting. "I do believe you, what you think that's just going to fix all of this? You think I'll forget it?"
"It was stupid I didn't- Harry listen to me. I stopped it like two weeks ago. I haven't speak to her in weeks." I huffed. "Oh my god I feel so much better now. The guy that placed a bet on whether or not he can force me out of the closest, has changed. What a fucking revelation."
"It wasn't like that." He argued. "Yes it was. That is exactly what it was Louis. You made a bet to see if you could get me to sleep with you, knowing what my family is like and- my god the shit you said about me Louis. I mean I know I'm a dick but I would've never said that shit about you ever."
"What so now you're just this perfect guy and I'm some fucking villain?" I wasn't sure what was happening. "That's not what I said. Louis I almost died the other night, my father is actively trying to kill me because of what I did. I- god I was so comfortable around you that I kissed you in public and now I'm going to wind up dead all for what? So that you can win some lousy bet with your friend?"
"I didn't mean for this to happen. I was going to tell you I just didn't know how." I nod. "Right. No of course I mean, you'd forgotten about the whole thing but you were going to tell me. The worst part is the amount of times you had compared me to my father, knowing exactly how much I was scared of him, I have never meant that word in my life, I've never said it and meant it. But I thought it, and I thought I could trust you. But you fucking played me."
"It wasn't supposed to happen this way Harry. I didn't mean to say any of it, I swear I didn't I just, I was angry because you kept shit and then acting like you didn't."
"What and that makes all those things you said okay? I've met some awful people in my life Louis, I've had things thrown, screamed and laughed at me. But for some, fucking reason, this one hurts the most."
"Harry chair let me talk this out with you. I can try and come to something, I can find something." I take my phone out, wiping under my nose. "No you should've seen it, he was so close to sucking my dick I was practically done before I'd even gotten to think about it. That's the night that I begged you to save me, the night that I felt so comfortable with you that I kissed you, and you- you were what? Getting off to it? That whole time?"
My nose was blocked and my eyes were burning, I wanted to shut myself up but I needed him to hear it all again.
"He kissed me yet again, drunk as ever of course. He's so pathetic when he drinks. I could've had him then and there but it wouldn't have been right. I'll just have to wait until he's a little tipsy and say something nice to him."
"He brought some girl over to see him, I know he didn't finish which means I'm a couple days away from winning that prize money. Also, I think he almost cried, do I get bonus points for hitting some emotional bell or whatever?"
I put my phone back into my pocket. Wiping my face with my hand. "Is that honestly how you thought of me? When I drank you just saw it as one step closer to sleeping with me? Or when I cried you just thought about the extra money? When I told you my mum was dead you just, laughed about it?"
"Harry I was drunk and sad and angry and I didn't know any better." I snicker. "Really? Next time I drink how about I talk shit on your fucking life? Do you have anything? Other than how your dad paid off a bunch of homophobes to leave you alone. Or how about when you're angel of a mother yelled at everybody because they were being mean to you about your shoes? What, is it that you have that I can talk shit on? You got any ideas?"
"This, right now." I nod. "Yeah. Only difference is that I wouldn't fucking do that. I get that I'm sad and pathetic and- what was it? Fucking psychotic, but I wouldn't do this. The worst part of this whole conversation isn't the fact that you've basically just degraded me to the point where I have actually cried. But the fact that you didn't even think to say sorry."
"No i d-" I waited, watching him slowly shrivel up. "I'm sorry that I haven't given you what you deserve and I'm sorry that I wasn't the best to you at the start. Really I am, but I had my reasoning. And I was getting better, I was changing because of you. God knows why the fuck I did that but I can't go back now."
"Harry I-" I shake my head. "No. No I don't want it. I'm not going to stand here and tell you that I never want to see you again and give you all these, reasons for leaving. Because I get that feelings are overwhelming and stupid, and I know that people can change. So I'm asking you to actually think about this, fix it, and give me an apology because you mean it, not because you were reminded to."
"I can do that. I- I can try." I step back. "Louis I really- I trusted you. I still do but I can't, look at you the same way. I need space."
"Okay. Okay I can't do that- no, fuck. Sorry no I'll- I can try. I'll, find away around it." My heart was aching. "Okay." I press my hand into my chest, walking away towards my car.
"Just- for the record. When I get wine drunk I lie! A lot!" I stick my thumb up. "That's cool!"
