Harry cleared his throat. "Hi, Louis."
Louis' hand stopped moving and his heart nearly stopped beating.
Harry pulled a chair back and sat down. "We need to have a little talk, Louis."
Louis looked up at the towering boy in front of him. He should've guessed that he would have found him. He put down his pencil and looked away from him. "What do you want, Harry?"
Harry sighed, he pulled out the chair in front of him and slowly sat down. "I told you, we need to talk."
Louis still wouldn't look at him. "We don't have anything to talk about."
"Yes we do, Lou."
Louis' turned to look at him when he heard the nickname. His blue eyes met directly with Harry's emerald ones. They were still as beautiful as ever, except they weren't sparkling the way Louis had gotten so accustomed to. He crossed his arms and blew his fringe out of his face. "Fine then." He huffed.
"Firstly, I have to apologize for how I treated you yesterday.." Harry said with guilt in his voice.
Louis squirmed in his seat but stayed silent.
Harry shook his head. "Secondly, what are you doing here Louis? Why are you hiding away here?"
Louis scoffed. "I'm writing." He motioned to his notebook.
"Well, of course you're writing. But you're supposed to be with," He took a deep breath before continuing, "Eleanor. Why aren't you with her?"
"Why does that even fucking matter!" He snapped, raising his voice a bit.
Harry flinched at his tone. He fidgeted with his hands. "It was only a question, you don't have to get angry.."
Louis' eyes widened. He bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair, tugging at its ends. "I'm sorry.." His voice trailed. "I didn't mean to yell at you.. I wouldn't-" He sighed. "I should go. I'm not making anything better." He stood up and packed up his things.
"No, please." Harry said softly.
Louis shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, Harry." He walked quickly out the door before Harry could stop him.
Harry groaned. Will he ever stop running? He thought to himself.
Harry stood up quickly and followed after him but bumped into Lauren. "Whoa, Curls slow down." She looked to the empty table. "Where's Tommo?" She asked.
"Outside. Gonna go find him." He rushed out. He started to run out again. "Oh good luck with Camz by the way!" And he was gone.
Lauren froze. How did he-
"Good luck with who?" Camz appeared behind the counter, a puzzled look on her face.
Harry stood outside, hoping that Louis was still out there. He spotted him not too far away, talking- no, more like shouting on the phone. He thought about approaching him, but Louis looked beyond furious. His face was red and his eyes were wide, he kept tugging at his hair while yelling. Harry had always been afraid of Louis when he got like this. More like terrified.
"I'm done listening to your crap, Richard!"
Harry's eyes widened. Richard? What?
He moved closer, hiding behind a car to listen to Louis.
"No, I do get along with her but- ugh, the problem is that I shouldn't be expected to be with her every single fucking day."
Louis paced back and forth, not seeming to be able to stop. "That's bullshit and you know it. She may be my fiancé," He did air quotes with his fingers, "But we both know that there probably won't even be a wedding."
