Lipstick || l.s

twenty two

Louis POV

Everyday I get more and more concerned with Harry. He acts all fidgety when somebody gets a little too close to him and just basically distances himself from people, including me.

When we walk home together, he is always looking around and walks faster than usually. I feel like he's expecting someone to come up to him or something. I don't really know what's going on.

I always ask him if he's feeling alright but I know he lies and just say he does. It keeps worrying me and worrying me that I completely isolate myself whenever I get home and just keep wondering what's going on with Harry.

I want to comfort Harry, I want to hug the sadness out of him. I want to remind him that he will always have me. I want to keep him happy. I want nothing more than to keep Harry happy.

I walk into my room and lock my door shut. I threw my bag on to the floor and jump into bed. I stare at walls and keep thinking of scenarios of what might be happening with Harry.

The number one thing that pops in my head is about his father. He never spoke about his father before and maybe something happened between the both of them back in Holmes Chapel.

I also think that Harry may still feel upset about his ex-boyfriend. He didn't want to speak about him when I asked so his ex could be a possible of what's happening.

I also think maybe Harry's depressed. I've barely witnessed someone bullying Harry because they know I would kick their asses, but maybe things happen when I'm not around. Maybe that's why he's been so distance with all of us.

Why can't Harry tell me what's wrong? Why can't Harry let me help him? I genuinely care about Harry so much it's getting out of control. I try holding in my tears because I shouldn't be so frustrated. I should just try and be there for Harry whenever I can. I hear a knock on the door which I find completely odd. I wipe my face and walk to the door and see my mum standing there.

I allowed her into my room while I jump back to bed. She closes the door behind me and sits on the edge of my bed. She knows something is wrong with me.

"Is everything alright darling?" She asked.

"Yeah, everything's good, I'm just tired," I tried to lie.

"You sure?" She double-checked.

"Yeah, I'm good. I better start homework," I said before I get off my bed and get my bag that's close to my desk.

"Okay, dinner is going to be ready soon," she said before she kisses me in the head and leaves.

I actually start doing homework. I needed to stop thinking about Harry for more than two seconds.

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I finished my homework before I was called down for dinner. It was a normal dinner. Daisy and Phoebe spoke about their day, Lottie was on her phone, and Fizzy, well she just eats and leaves. After dinner, I helped my mum bring the dishes into the kitchen and went back into my room.

I grabbed my phone that was charging on my beside table and saw that I had 5 new text messages and 2 missed calls. All of them were from Harry.

I immediately call Harry back and I was relieved that he answered after the fourth ring.

"Hey Harry, you called?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to somebody. My sister wasn't home at the moment and my mum is paying the bills."

"No it's okay, do you still want to talk?"

"Actually I wanted to ask if we can go to Marie Anne's and order milkshakes or something. Unless you didn't eat dinner than you can eat dinner because I already ate," Harry rambled.