it hurts. // n.h.

16-Statues

I was lost in my own little world. I felt no happiness. No sadness. There was no emotion. Nothing came from me but my breathing. My body was currently positioned on one of the softest couches I have ever been on.

My body sank into the comfy cushions and my head rested gently against the armrest. I was currently stationed in Louis' house. He decided that it'd be a lot better, mentally and physically, that I stay with him.

Louis was currently in the kitchen making tea as I laid on the couch starring up at the ceiling. The TV buzzed in the background but I couldn't make out what was going on. My mind was only focused on one thing.

Pain.

That's all that could run through my messy, entangled brain.

Niall just gave up on me like that. Maybe it was best off. Why would he just blow up like that? It's just not like him to do that.

Louis entered the room carrying a tray of tea and strawberries, knowing they were my favorite.

"So I didn't really have any other fruits and I knew you liked strawberries so here you are." He said placing the small, aluminum tray on my lap. I wanted to thank him but my mouth wouldn't let me. I tried to make out words but nothing was there for me to grasp onto so I just decided to lay there, motionless.

"I, erm, brought you a box of tissues and a couple of movies. Let's see, The Breakfast Club, Back to The Future, The Sand-lot, A League of Their Own, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Ghost Busters, Big, Beetle Juice and Sixteen Candles." He said listing off all of the 80's movies. I let a small smile slip onto my face but it soon disappeared once I realized the real reason why I was here.

Niall broke up with me.

Louis picked up my head and sat down, repositioning my head into his lap.

"God. Niall can be such a fucking dickhead. I don't know what got into him Em. I honestly don't. If it makes you feel any better, when we were in the 8th grade, we were riding our bikes past that old river by 9th st. And I pushed him in. He almost drowned." His hands reached down and Louis started playing with my hair. I let my eyes skim across his face. Blue eyes, not as blue as Niall's but I still got lost in them. A few spots of acne here and there but it was cute on him. And his freckles were absolutely adorable. His long shaggy hair covered his eyebrows so I could focus mainly on those clear blue eyes. They reminded me of a calm day on the sea. So, so blue yet dark at the same time.

Wow Emelia. It's just Louis. The crazy kid you just met at the racetrack. Nothing special about him.

Louis caught me starring at him and chuckled a bit.

"So, I see your taking a liking to me?" He asked while cocking his unseen eyebrow at me. I chuckled a bit at the thought.

"Liking is an over statement." I said rolling my eyes. Louis just shrugged his shoulders and I finally got up enough strength to sit up on my own. Louis grabbed onto my shoulder and gave me a serious look in the eye.

"Niall usually isn't like this. Give him another chance. He can be an extreme ass but a really sweet guy as well. It all depends on his mood swings." He said with a light chuckle at the end.

"Can I ask you something Lou?" I asked as I started to play with my ready chipped nail polish.

"You're nervous, what is it?" I looked up at him and shrugged it off. I have no clue how he knew about my nervous/lying nail polish-picking habit but I really don't want to know.

"Harry." He said reading my mind. I rolled my eyes. Of course it was Harry. That boy knew everything about me and really couldn't keep it a secret.