Best Mates Daddy (l.s.)

Chapter 17

The next day, Louis had to get up to go back to school. He was miserable and felt like shit. All he wanted to do was stay in bed all day and not move a muscle. He also wanted to cuddle with Harry but that definitely wasn't an option. He wants to talk to him but he doesn't know what he'd say or do. He'd probably say the wrong thing and make Harry hate him even more so, he's decided to just stay away. He didn't have anywhere else to live so he's hoping Harry doesn't kick him out, but Niall probably wouldn't let him anyways.

It was only 7:30 a.m. so he still has an hour until he had to get to school. His stomach grumbled so he decided to take a shower as he really needed one. He washed his body twice and his hair was sopping wet once he came out of the shower. He threw on a pair of boxers, some sweatpants, and a hoodie before brushing his teeth. He didn't really care how he looked today as he felt too shitty to put effort into his looks.

He headed downstairs but stopped when he saw the curly hair he used to love peeking over the back of the couch and the tv had a random show playing. Suddenly, the floor boards creaked and Harry turned around to be met with Louis' gaze. He quickly turned back around and shut off the tv before running to the bathroom that was near the laundry room. Louis heard the door shut and released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He quickly headed towards the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, a box of cereal, and milk. He poured himself some breakfast and stared at the counter, deep in thought. He hadn't heard the door to the bathroom open or shut but he heard footsteps so he looked up to see Harry rushing upstairs. He wanted to scream that he loved him, that he was sorry, that he felt so guilty, and that he wanted to beat the shit out of Stan but he held back. Harry obviously didn't want to talk to him so it wouldn't be right if he forced him to.

A few minutes later, he heard a door opening and closing from upstairs and then Niall came down the stairs.

"Hey Lou." Niall smiled as he rushed over to Louis and hugged him. Louis didn't reciprocate the hug as he felt too weak. He felt sick to his stomach but he knew he wasn't going to throw up. He felt sick because of himself for treating Harry the way he did and for blaming him for something he couldn't control. He felt sick because Stan was a disgusting human who didn't deserve Harry. No one deserved Harry's love, especially not Louis.

"Hi." Louis' voice cracked from that small word. Niall gave him a sad look, but Louis ignored it. He put his bowl in the sink and grabbed his book bag from the chair he left it on. He checked the clock on the wall, and it was already 8:03 a.m. Time had gotten away from him. "Get in the car, I'll be there in a second."

"Okay." Niall replied before grabbing his bag and heading out to the garage. Louis took a deep breath before grabbing his keys and hopping into his car. As they arrive to school, they see Michael, Calum, Ashton, and Luke talking near the front door. Louis looks at Michael as the best friends get out of the car and sees his pain filled face. He caused that. He causes everyone pain.

He held his head towards the ground as they walked over to them.

"Hey lads." Niall smiled, trying to act like everything was okay. Everything was far from okay.

"Hey boys." Calum pulled both of them into a tight hug. It felt nice but not as nice as Harry's arms wrapped around Louis' body. They all headed into the school once they heard the bell ring.

School passed by quickly and it was now last period. Louis had this class alone so he kept quite in the back of the room. Suddenly, the bell rang, snapping Louis out of his shitty thoughts. He grabbed his book bag from the floor and was the last person about to leave the classroom.

"Mr. Tomlinson." His teacher, Mr. Manson called. Louis turned around and faked a smile.

"Yes?"

"Come here." Mr. Manson patted his thighs. Strange but Louis walked in front of his desk. "No, come here." He patted his thighs again causing Louis to gulp nervously. He walked around his desk and stood in front of him.