The day after Christmas was a pretty chill day when it started, a bit of cleaning was present, but other than that everyone seemed back to their normal selves, by everyone, we mean Luke.
Harry has been concerned, he hasn't said anything though because the last time he talked to Luke he ended up walking out.
Harry sat his back against the stove and bit his lip in thought, why has everyone been different though? Did they know something he didn't?
"Hey, babe are you okay?" Louis asked, slowly walking into the kitchen, "you've been in here for the past five minutes."
Harry looked at Louis who was playing with the hem of his shirt, pulling on it, "you haven't said a word.."
"I'm just..really worried about everyone here that's all.." Harry mumbled, looking away from Louis' gaze.
"Liar." Louis chuckled, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, "You said everybody, everybody includes Ashton, you literally hate Ashton."
Harry looked down.
"Everybody wants me dead. Even me."
"Can you please just leave me alone? Please?"
"Hate." Harry mumbled, pursing his lips together with a huff.
"H-Harry.." Louis said before passing out into his arms.
"Louis was pregnant, the baby couldn't survive the physical activities being performed on him."
"Hey.." Louis mumbled, gently rubbing his nose against Harry's neck, "Whatever you're thinking about is old, done with. We're together now and better than ever."
"He hurt you, Lou.." Harry said, "How can you forgive him, when he killed our baby?"
"Forgive, but never forget..it was two years ago..I'm not the one to hold a grudge, but it takes time, I still wasn't sure until we..talked talked."
"Talked talked?"
"Last year.."
"Lou-"
"Now's not the time, let's go back in the livingroom and play uno."
"Uno out bitches!" Gemma cheered, slamming down her last red card, "Oh hey, bug nug, where have you been?"
Harry looked around the room to see everyone in a circle, people he learned to like, grown to hate, can't help but to love..its kind of crazy if you asked him, he wouldn't even have this many people in his shared apartment if it wasn't for Louis.
His little ol' Loucifer.
"Harry?" Louis said, squeezing his hand, "Babe, do you just want to lay down and cuddle.. you seem out of it today."
"I just want to talk to everybody, Gems, I think you should go back to the hotel with mom," Harry held up his finger to stop her before she could talk, "I don't want you to get involved with any of this."
"Haz.." Gemma whined.
"I love you, but..please.." Harry said, Gemma stood up and walk towards Harry with her arms out.
"I love you too, bro." Gemma whispered as she hugged him, "Even though I'm getting kicked out."
Gemma turned around and smiled cheekily, "Bowtie!"
