records: l.t. // h.s.

twelve

Harry is sick.

He has the flu, apparently.

Louis thinks it's the end of the world.

It's already been a couple weeks since Louis has seen Harry and the curly haired boy still isn't feeling any better.

Louis has been worrying since he heard the news. What if he's dying?

No. Harry isn't dying. He couldn't die.

Louis just needs to see him that's all. He just needs to get lost in Harry's sea glass eyes. He just needs to daydream about Harry's pretty, pink lips. He just needs to watch in awe as Harry moves his large hands while talking. He just needs to slip into an abyss of Harry's deep, raspy voice.

He just needs Harry.

Maybe Louis was going crazy.

"Would you stop that?"

Zayn's voice snaps Louis back into harsh reality. He turns to look at his friend.

"Stop doing what?"

"That," Zayn chuckles, pointing to Louis's fingers tapping on the counter.

"Oh," Louis shoves his hand in his sweats pocket. "I didn't know I was doing that."

"Harry?"

Louis nods. He can feel tears forming and he hates it. How pathetic. Crying over some boy.

"Are you crying?" Zayn asks, his voice barely a whisper.

"Fuck no," Louis spat but his voice betrayed him at the end.

Louis closes his eyes, lying his head in his hands. There's a brief moment of just Louis's sobs filling the record store before a pair of cold arms wrap around his waist.

"It's okay to cry," Zayn's voice so quiet.

That just causes Louis to cry more, the tears dampening the ends of his sweater sleeves. Zayn's arms tighten around Louis and places his cheek against his back. Louis can smell the faint scent of cigarettes on Zayn's leather jacket. He can feel the winter cold radiating off of Zayn and seeping into his sweater.

Louis lifts his head, wiping his tears, and turning around to shrink into Zayn's arms.

"It's pathetic. I'm crying over a fucking boy, Zayn. A boy."

"I thought you liked this Harry kid?"

Louis inhaled deeply, taking in the strong cologne off of Zayn's shirt.

"That's the problem. I like him too much. I think I'm going insane."

Louis feels Zayn laugh and relaxes as Zayn begins rubbing circles on his back.

"You're not going insane, mate. Why would you think that?"

Louis pulls back, wiping the rest of his tears with his sleeve.

"I miss him."

"Then go visit him."

Louis looks up, eyes wide, as Zayn stands there, calm and smug.

"Visit him? Are you fucking crazy?"

Zayn is full on grinning now.

"No," He takes Louis's hand and looks him straight in the eye. "Just visit him."

"He's sick."

"Bullshit. You'll still go. What's holding you back?"

Louis takes a shaky breath. How does he explain how scared he is? How scared he is that Harry doesn't like him back? How scared he is that Harry doesn't feel the same?

He shuts his eyes briefly before stuttering, "I don't know where he lives."

A short moment passes before Zayn is bent over, laughing.

"I've got connections," Zayn chuckles. He takes Louis's hand and drags him to the door. "Now go and I'll text you the address."

Before Louis can even protest, he's shoved outside with that stupid bell still ringing in his ears.