Lipstick || l.s

twenty five

Louis' POV

Harry hasn't been himself lately. Ever since Harry saw that guy named Eric. I really miss him. We can barely hold a conversation through text or call. I really want to see him. I ask my mum if I could see him after dinner and she gladly gives me permission. She likes Harry. She even thinks that if I weren't straight, we'd be cute together. It doesn't really bother me to be honest. Right now, I'm honestly thinking about exploring my sexuality. Also, Harry gives me weird feelings at times which find it satisfying. I mean, know Harry isn't into me, but still. I don't know... I don't know what I'm feeling right now honestly.

I arrived in front of Harry's house. I rang the doorbell and immediately Gemma opened the door. She allowed me in but gave me a warning that Harry might be sleeping but I should go upstairs and still check. I was about to knock his door before I heard a bit of crying through the door. I felt my heart dropped a bit. Harry is crying. I didn't want to knock anymore I just turned the knob and opened Harry's door.

Harry jumps and drops a handful of pills when he sees me at the door. I get a little suspicious with why he had a handful of pills in his hand. Harry looked so sad. He quickly wipes his tears on his arms and tried to look like nothing happened. However, he couldn't do it. I run over and sat beside him on his bed. I pulled him in for a tight hug.

Harry never usually hugs back when I hug him, but this time he is. He's hugging me so tightly while he curls his face in the crook of my neck. He lets out soft cries and tears fall into my shoulders.

I rub his back and tried to say soothing words in his ear hoping it would help calm him down. Harry was so sad and vulnerable. I started to cry myself. I hate seeing him like this. I hated seeing somebody I love be like this.

"I'm sorry," I barely heard Harry say.

"Hmm?" I hummed wondering what he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." Harry chokes into another sob before he grips on to my jacket and cries.

"Harry," I whimpered. He's so sad now. I hold him tightly placed a hand on his hand. I slowing brush his curls and whisper a little "shh" hoping it would calm him.

"I'm getting so messed up," Harry said with so much pain in his voice.

"No, Harry, don't say that."

Harry continues to cry on my shoulders. It's so painful to see him like this. It hurts more because you don't know how to stop him from being sad.

"Darling, it's going to be alright," I said in his ear.

Harry was starting to loosen his grip in the hug which was almost giving me the signal to let go, but I was wrong.

"Don't let me go," Harry said gripping on to my jacket.

"I won't, I won't. I'm right here. I'm always going to be here," I said.

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Harry lets go of my hug eventually. I cup his face with both of my hands and wiped the tears from his cheeks with my thumbs. He takes one of my hands and holds it tightly. I didn't let go because it seemed to give him some sort of comfort. Instead, I take his other hand and held it as well.

"Everything is going to be alright," I said to him who was trying to calm down. I bring his hands up to my lips and kissed both of it.

"You alright Harry?" I asked. Harry takes a deep breath and gives me an honest nod.

"Okay, we can talk about it whenever you want to tell me about it. You know I'm always going to be here for you. I want you to know that."

"Thank you," Harry said softly with his raspy voice.