Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Twenty Four Days

(( I feel like this chapter's not structured properly ugh and it's short bleh. )) (( But 18 vOTes, this juST keeps Getting bettER and beTTER I ))

Harry lay on his bed feeling sort of bad. Some of the things he had said to Louis last night were probably unnecessary. Even though Louis didn't seem so hurt by it, Harry could tell it had affected him. Louis was a tough nut to crack, he would just stick his nose up and walk on.

He was surprised when Louis watched out, he was expecting for himself to be the one to walk out, not Louis. Even when Louis had left, Harry was still gritting his teeth and fuming. Louis really had changed, changed so much that they couldn't even talk anymore. His personality hadn't changed, it was just the way he acted around Harry. Harry spent the rest of yesterday inside moping around, surfing the internet, texting his friends from home and watching anything and everything on TV whether it interested him or not. He fell asleep before he even heard Louis come back home.

Harry gathered himself up to go figure shit out with Louis. Louis had to be up by now. He even put a shirt on for the occasion. He was going to make this work.

He wasn't loosing his best friend over this stupid thing.

Louis heard the footsteps before he heard Harry.

"Look Louis, about what I said yesterday I-"

Louis froze and cursed under is breath. He knew he should've locked the damn door. He scrunched the jumper up in one hand, hid it behind it back, swerved around wide eyed and instinctively leaned back on the suitcase on top of the bed. Louis looked up at Harry who was standing there with one hand in his hair and a blank look on his innocent face. He flashed a smile at the taller boy who only stared but didn't smile back. It was obvious Harry knew something wasn't right.

Harry's eyes went from Louis's head to the gaping drawers which now had nothing in the them. Then he turned his head to the flung open closest which only had half of its clothes in there. Louis looked over at his closet and winced at how messy it was. There were clothes piled up on the floor in front of it, and another two suitcases sitting there.

Harry's eyes stripped the walls. All the things that used to hang on the walls were gone. Louis smiled through gritted teeth as he screamed in his head for Harry to stop looking around. Finally, Harry lowered his eyes to the suitcase Louis was hopelessly hiding behind his back.

Harry was the first one to speak. "What are you doing?"

Louis pressed his lips together before licking them. It was probably the best if he went straight to the truth instead of running Harry around in circles. He didn't want another fight with Harry. Especially not now.

"Packing."

The truth was, Louis had never figured out how he was going to tell Harry that he was moving out. He just decided to pack first before informing Harry on anything, that way it was less likely for Harry to convince him out of moving. Louis wasn't even sure if he'd left the door open on purpose but that way Louis and Harry would have to talk.

"Why?"

"I'm moving out," Louis said a tone that wasn't very convincing.

"You're moving out."

"Yeah. Moving out."

"Oh."

Louis laughed nervously as he fiddled with the jumper in his hands behind his back. "Wow don't look so unsurprised."

"No it's that......" Harry looked down at the ground and shook his as he scratched it violently.

Louis felt something hit him hard in the chest. It wasn't suppose to end up like this. He couldn't see Harry's face but Harry was at least the slightest bit bummed about it.