chapter six
It had been three weeks since Harry had his panic attack. Two say that he was still shaky from time to time was a bit of an understatement. He hasn't even spoken to Louis since the day he woke up at Liam's flat. That day, Louis had been acting strange the whole time. While the other boys had left, he lingered around for a while more. At first Harry thought he felt guilty. But then he remembered that this was Louis Tomlinson he was talking about, so he couldn't possibly be feeling guilty. He was surely just pitying him or Liam had probably put him up to.
He couldn't lie to himself. He missed Louis so much. But it didn't matter how much he missed him, Louis didn't feel the same. He was in love with Eleanor. They were getting married, fucking married. There was nothing left for him to do, he knew better than to interfere with love.
He scoffed and stood up from the floor of his living room. What did Louis know about love? He just knew how to use people. He knew exactly how to take someone's heart and just shatter it with his own hands. Harry rolled his eyes, Louis didn't deserve to have Harry's heart.
Harry shook his head and leaned across the kitchen counter to get an apple. He sat on the tall stool and reached back his hands to make a bun on his head. He picked up the small pencil he had been using the night before and started tapping the counter continuously. This is one of the reasons he loved this break they were taking. It wasn't just a couple of months like every other time, this was a year long break. Personally, he thought he deserved it. He loves all the concerts him and the lads have ever given but he needed some time to himself. Plus he got to work on songs and solo projects, like he was now.
Not to mention he wouldn't have to face Louis anymore.
He took a large bite of his apple and just as he was about to start writing again, their was a knock out the door.
He groaned. "Seriously!?" He threw his hands in the air. He shook his head, he hated being interrupted when he was in the middle of song writing. He angrily took another bite of his apple before standing up and heading to the door.
He looked through the peephole just to make sure it wasn't another fan. It was something he learned that he would have to do a lot. When he looked outside, he didn't manage to see anyone. He narrowed his eyes, and hoped that isn't some sort of prank. He slowly opened the door but soon laughed at himself. He shouldn't be scared it's not like Louis was behind the door.
His eyes widened when he saw Louis himself standing there, looking as wonderful as ever.
'Spoke to soon...' He thought.
flashback (one year ago)
"How are you guys feeling tonight!!" Harry yelled into the crowd.
Girls were screaming and crying in response to him. He chuckled and smiled affectionately.
He spoke for a while and ran back to the front of the stage when he was done and set his mic down on the stand. He cleared his throat. "We love you all very much, here is Strong!" He announced.
He heard the fans losing it, and some even started to yell, "Larry!" Harry's smile faltered a bit. It's been a few weeks since Louis had told him he didn't want to be seen together in public as much anymore. When Harry had asked why, he had told him that he wasn't ready to come out and that he didn't want the fans to take it too far just yet. Harry didn't buy it. He was sure that Modest! had put him up to it. He didn't know why Louis would even listen to them.
Harry didn't fully understand, but he respected his choice. Although just because he respected it, it didn't mean he agreed or was happy about it.
