The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 9) - Barcode

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Niall

It's already been exactly three hours since Harry's departure, and I'm beginning to get worried. Usually when he gets mad, he'd just fume for about an hour max, but this time seemed more serious and trust me, I always know when Harry get's this way, he would often seclude himsel from the problem at foot, to try to breathe some fresh air so that he wouldn't say something he'll regret in the future. I knew it was my fault for lying to Zayn like that, but I needed him off my back as soon as possible because frankly I'm not up for seeing his face at the moment and that was the only way that he'd leave. It could've been better if there was no further arguments, but then again since when was peace a way to resolve things? it didn't work for the 2 world war's, what difference does it make if I followed in the same path--minus the violence of course, but you get what what I mean.

My thoughts went back to reality as my phone rang.

'Harry' it says on bolded writing. I quickly slipped my phone to my ear, waiting for some kind of indication he was alright, but all I heard was muffled cries on the other end of the line. "Niall." he murmured so brokenly, his voice edgy and breath heaving. Panic arose from my body. "Harry, Harry! Are you alright babe? Please tell me you're alright!" I frantically bellowed to the phone. When he didn't respond, I find myself getting dressed hurriedly on my raincoat by the coat rack and Harry's extra converse that happened to lay conveniently close to the door by the carpet. "Actually, don't answer that, tell me where you are? I'll be there.. I'll be there for you Harry." I murmured hearing the evident crack of my tone.

"Ni, it's where Louis is." he simply says, hanging up with a click of a tone. My blood ran cold and I find myself gripping on my steering wheel with chalky-white knuckles. That son-of-a-bitch is there huh?! I clenched my teeth, knowing the address at heart, and pumping the gas angrily as I made my way through the many twist and turns that the GPS had given me, and I find myself getting angrier by the second. Just wait till I get there Louis fucking Tomlinson, you're not getting away for what you did to him. He might easily forgive you, but if you tear him to shreds again I'll fucking murder you, you better remember that.

Harry

My hands shook as I finally muster up the courage to come and get him from the rubbish bin. Slowly, I hoisted him up, and felt the familiar weight in my arms. He slumped against my chest, and warmth suddenly enveloped me. It was really him, it's Louis, 'my' Louis and no one else's. I smiled fondly, pushing away some loose hair strands from his fringe, and pecking his forehead feeling my stomach fill up with familiar butterflies like back then. I finally have him back, and no one else can take him away from me anymore. 

My phone rang 10 minutes later, followed by a loud screech of tires from the front of the building. I slid my phone, cautious to wake Louis, and plopped the phone to the crook of my neck, and cocked my head to the side to communicate with Niall. "I'm here." Niall breathed into the phone, voice as cold as ice. "I-I'm -- We're at the alley to the left of the building." I corrected, smiling down on Louis. Niall hung up in seconds, and he angrily stormed into where we were, chest puffing angrily and hands balled into small fists.

"Harry? Where are you!?" he asks, cautiously looking over every corner. I turned my head towards direction with a clear sigh and approached his locations. My feet padded towards the cement and I slowly walked to where he was, and he gasped in surprise the moment he saw me, and pulled me into one of his 'Horan hugs', only to discover the body that sat by my arms. "And who is thi--" he stopped himself mid-sentence, and his eyes instantly narrowed, already knowing who it was. "Is that the fucker who hurt you?" he spits, nothing but anger in his tone. "But he didn't--" "Harry, you know he did." Nail bites back.