Chapter 2

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So HEY BABES!

as you all can see here's the second part (WHOOOOOW)

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Louis looked down at his hand and sighed slightly staring at the number. He got up and walked to the car again. he looked at Liam and looked away again. ''please i just wanna go home'' he mumbled looking out of the window. Liam nodded and started to drive to his house when he arrived he stepped out and opend the frontdoor waiting for Louis. He was so pissed at Harry so pissed. But he couldn't let Louis down more. Louis got out of the car wincing slightly and walked inside straight up to the room he slept i,. He pulled his phone out and looked at his hand typing the number and he started to type a text. 'Liam's right isn't he?' he pressed send and waited for an answer

Harry was back at his party and he already had two beers, when his phone vibrated in his pocked. He pushed back some girl that was so drunk and was almost licking Harry's neck and got his phone out. He stared for a while at it, not recognizing number. But when he read the text he got, he knew it was Louis. He sighed and drank some from his cup. 'No' he simply typed and pressed send. 'Maybe at first. Not now' he send another text, feeling even worse. He was confused. Why he even bothered anymore? He could just leave Louis alone and he would eventually forget about him and Harry could still enjoy his life. But no, he decided to give him number, and to be honest not many people had his number. "Fuck" he slurred, when the girl leaned forward again and started sucking on his neck. "Don't fucking mark me!" he snapped and got up, whipping his neck with disgust. Whore, he thought.

 Louis frowned not knowing what to reply. he just wanted to clear everything and wanted to start over again and listened to liam. Not playing dumb and fucking believed his cousin. The fact that he couldn't see if Harry was lying or not was killing him. Harry lied before so why would he say the truth now? He sighed and went downstairs telling Liam goodnight and walked upstairs changing his clothes and layed down on his bed looking at Harrys text 'maybe at first.not now' he sighed and replied 'what changed your mind tho?' he pressed send and placed his phone down on his stomach waiting for a reply

 Harry felt his phone vibrating again. What changed his mind? He couldn't really think right now. He still was angry and now there was some alcohol in his system. He sat down on the sand and looked at his phone, thinking for a while.’ Idk. Maybe you crying. Or maybe this look you gave me earlier, in that beach house’ he pressed send. he didn't want to be too emotional in these text. He just wanted Louis to like him back. It was nice having him around for these few hours. He was cute and giggly and he basically let Harry do anything to him, just to please him. "I'm sorry Lou. Meet me, I want to make up that for you" he pressed send again before he thought about it twice. Maybe if he won't be all like Harry Styles everyone knew but more like Harry that he was somewhere deep inside him, Louis will like him again. But again, why he even cared about it?

Louis' eyes shot open and he looked at the text. He wondered if Harry meant it he sighed loudly. He did wanted to know what Harry wanted to tell him! 'when? now?' he texted and got out of his bed dressing himself again. He realised he was at Liams house and Liam would notice if Louis went downstairs. He groaned and plopped down on the bed. He grinned looking at the window and just waited for Harry to reply. He didn't know why he cared about Harry?. he was mad! that was for sure. He licked his lips and frowned slightly. What could Harry possibly say to him that would make him feel better about himself? He did feel pretty used and fucked up about all the things that happend.looked at the window again and putted his shoes on.

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