Half a heart Without You

Part IV

When I finally woke up, I wasn't alone. Harry was sitting next to me, his feet up, and his back against the wall. His eyes were closed but I could tell he wasn't sleeping. I looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It was almost 1:00. Apparently I hadn't slept long. "Harry?" I said quietly. "Are you awake?"

Harry opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. His eyes still had a hint of sadness to them, but they mostly looked empty, begging to feel something, anything.

"Hey, Lou," he whispered. "I saw you asleep in my bed, so I didn't want to wake you." He brushed a stray piece of hair from my face, making me blush. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I should be asking you that," I muttered, sitting up. I put my back up against the wall like Hazza. "So...are you, Haz?"

He shrugged and looked away. I knew he wasn't, and it pained me to see him hurting. But what was I going to do? I didn't think he was going to talk to me. Not about this.

"Harry I think that-"

"Louis, just drop it. There's nothing you can do. Next week I'm getting married, and that's that. Tomorrow I'm meeting Angela for the first time. Her parents and mine are meeting each other for brunch at a local restaurant where she lives."

I dropped my head and brought my knees up to my chest. I wanted to comfort him, talk to him, and make him feel better somehow. But deep down I knew nothing would really help him. I saw that he was breathing faster, and he was fidgeting slightly. I knew he had a little bit of anxiety, but I had always been able to calm him down before it went to a bad place. I instantly put a hand on his thigh and reached my hand up to his face. But how he reacted was not what I expected at all.

He flinched, and in a second, he was off the bed, running a hand through his hair and pacing around the room

"Geez, Louis, do you always have to touch me all the time? I mean, seriously, it's getting really annoying," he seethed, shooting daggers at me.

I sat there in shock, my eyes wide with fear. He had never rejected my tough before. Was it because of her? Did he feel like he was disrespecting her?

It was that moment that I realized that what Harry and I had was over.

I stood up, anger flowing through my veins. "Sorry, Harry. I'm sorry I tried to comfort you after you were about to have a panic attack. I'm sorry that I'm going to be cut out of your life, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry I tried to make you happy. Have a nice life when you're married," I spat out acidly. I pushed past him, and rushed out the door. I went to my room and slammed the door shut. I pulled my hair and paced around the room angrily. "I don't care anymore. I don't. I can't," I muttered again and again to myself. I couldn't worry about this anymore. Harry was right. There was nothing I could do.

I stripped off my pajamas and threw on some blue skinny jeans and a grey jumper. I strapped on my black suspenders and slipped on my toms. I needed to get away for a bit. I grabbed my phone, my keys, and my wallet, and burst through the door, almost colliding with Harry.

He was standing at my door, his arm raised, evidently about to knock. He looked slightly aghast with my sudden change of clothes. He cleared his throat. "Where are you going, Lou?" he asked politely.

"Out," I said, pushing past him while molding my hair into a quiff.

"Louis, I'm really s-"

"Harry. Stop. I just really need to be alone right now. I'll be back later. Do you need anything while I'm out?" I sighed, already opening the front door.

"No, I'm fine...but Louis, I needed to ask you something."

"Whatever it is, it can wait until I'm done being pissed off," I said, rolling my eyes. The door was almost closed when I heard his quiet voice.

"I just wanted to ask...if you would be my best man...."

I paused, and slowly opened the door again. "What?" I shot at him.

"Will...will you be my best man at my wedding? I want you to be standing next to me...when I'm married." He looked up at me with pleading eyes. "So...will you? I'd really like to have my best mate there with me."

I stared at him, a look of disgust plastered against my face. He seriously wanted me to be his best man? He wanted me to stand right next to him while watching the love of my life get married to some girl he didn't even love. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when I stopped myself. He didn't want this. And I would never understand, but this is something he'd never be able to get out of. This wasn't his fault. It wasn't either of ours. It wasn't even Angela's fault. This was just something that I couldn't fix. Harry had asked me to be his best man. What could be a higher honor than that? I sighed and looked into his desperate eyes.

"Sure, Harry."

And I closed the door.

Author's Note:

Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction, so tell me what you think! Sorry if the chapters are a little short. I'm hoping that when I get past this time frame of the story, the parts will get longer. Thanks for reading this, it really means a lot. :)

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