Could you be any louder?

chapter 11

"I don't blame you, but I can't change you. Don't hate you, but we can't save you."

"So, tell me then, what happened between you two?" Stella grins teasingly at him, leaning her head down on her hand. "How good was he in bed?"

Louis scoffs, "We never slept together."

"So something else did happen?" Stella laughs, before turning more serious. "You can trust me and talk to me about anything, you know that."

Louis nods, he knows that. Stella and him had became friends a while ago, shortly after Christmas. They had met in the exact bar they're at right now, where Louis had been drinking away his doubts and thoughts about Harry and Stella nervously ordering more and more wine as her boyfriend kept running later and later.

Fate having that they shortly conversed, about her thinking her boyfriend was cheating on her, before said boyfriend showed up with lipstick smeared across his neck. His big mouth threathening Stella as well, made Louis gift him a black eye and a one way ticket out the door.

Ever since they've practically been joined at the hip. At first essentially Louis helping Stella through her break up, but now Stella seems to get more and more invested in Louis' life as well.

Especially tonight, when they had been at the bar since its opening hours, having drowned themselves in alcohol, she keeps prodding Louis for more information about Harry as he kept mentioning him tonight.

"To be honest nothing really happened, I guess?" Louis lazily questions, following the rim of his glass with his fingertip. "It's complicated."

Stella gives him a dead stare, "Yeah right, I'm not taking that for an answer. You better tell me what is on your mind, you'll feel better after talking about it, promise."

He sighs, she sure is persistent. "Okay then, but please order me more fries and a martini, get something for yourself as well."

She grins, already half way out of the booth, her silver dress shiny in the dim lights around the bar. As she walks away her brown curled hair sways with her stride.

She's back in a heartbeat, carrying a tray with two martinis and his fries. "Now, tell me."

Louis rolls his eyes, "It's not much okay? I don't even know where to start"

She nods, sipping from her drink. "I don't care, just tell me."

"Okay then." Louis sighs, "I think it started after we got home from spending Christmas in his family's cabin. In my opinion we had such an amazing time there, we literally did everything together."

"Before we went there I've had some doubts, as I told you, about how I didn't know his friends. Turns out they were awesome, so nice that I got a little jealous about how Harry had such great friends. I then tried to make him jealous by acting very close with one of them, he noticed that and I hurt him."

"The night following that act we talked it out, I thought, and everything felt okay after that until we went home."

Louis rolls his lip in between his teeth, recalling the night after they got home.

Stella rests her eyes upon his face, "Go on, what happened at home?"

And Louis speaks again, mindlessly dipping his fries into the sauce.

They both had drowned themselves in their day to day activities. Louis got up early to go to work, Harry went to bed just around that time. The remaining time where they so happened to be awake and home at the same time consisted of them twirling around each other, carefully stepping over each opportunity to start a conversation.