before you guys start reading :
keep in mind that when Harry is singing it's going to be italicized
and when Louis is singing it'll be in bold.
k now enjoy the chapter loves x
"Louis?" Harry said carefully. He stepped out into cold and saw Louis leaning against the wall, shaking.
The boy jumped, turning around quickly. He glared. "What do you want, Marcel?" He questioned.
He bit his lip and looked to the floor guilty. "Well, everyone's looking for you I just- I don't know wanted to see if you're okay?" He said in more of a question.
Louis kept his glare on the boy before digging into his pocket for something. "If you must know," He sighed. "I needed a smoke." He said simply.
Harry opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked at him sadly. "I thought you had stopped?"
And he had. Harry helped him get rid of all his bad habits. Now they were creeping back onto him.
Louis lit the cigarette, taking a drag before blowing out the smoke. His head whipped to the lad before looking at him questioningly. "What do you know about me?" He spat. "I just met you yesterday."
Harry mentally slapped himself. God, he was so stupid.
"Sorry, I just read somewhere that you-"
"And you believe that all that shit?" He gaped at him.
"No- I mean yes, wait sorry I mean no-" He groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I'll just go." He mumbled, his face scarlet. He turned back, opening the door again.
Louis sighed. "Marcel." He spoke softly, a hint of guilt laced in his voice.
The boy turned back quickly. "Yeah?" He asked hopeful.
Louis struggled to get the words out. His eyes darted elsewhere, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry," He mumbled. "It's just, well, you remind me a lot of someone, and hearing you sing kind of made me lose it." He finally looked at him, he looked miserable. "You sound a lot like him." He shrugged, trying to brush it off.
Harry licked his lips and felt his heart race. He forced a smile on his face. "Hey, it's okay. I get it, don't worry about it." He hesitated before extending out his hand to him. "Think we can start over?"
Louis looked at his hand before looking back at him. "Sure." He said softly. He slowly reached out to him, shaking his hand slowly.
Harry smiled brightly. He pulled away his hand and shivered. "Want to go back in?"
Louis took another drag and shook his head. "No, I think I'll stay out here for a little while. You can go back in."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll tell the others you're okay."
"Yeah, okay." Louis whispered without looking at him.
Harry felt his heart break while looking at the broken boy. He shook his head stepped back inside.
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"Hey, Marcel!" Yelled Camila from the living room.
Harry raised his head in confusion. Marcel? She never called him that unless she was with other people. He had his guitar in his hand, playing around with a few chords. He heard the girl call him again and he groaned.
