Silent Treatment {HS} EDITING

Ch. Twelve

" You aren't funny." I reminded Louis as he stood on the coffee table, talking to Niall in a ridiculous accent.

"Excuse you Emily Robinson, but I didn't remember even asking for your opinion!" He said, jumping onto the couch right next to me. I rolled my eyes playfully at the older boy and watched him plop down right next to me.

" Shut up, I'm trying to figure out how this goes." Niall complained, trying to strum at his guitar.

"Let's go outside." Liam offered, and I nodded.

"Start a fire payno." Louis said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. I followed Liam outside where we sat down on a few of the garden chairs. We set them up around the fire pit and I watched as Liam started the flame. Soon, more people were joining us and we had Niall, Zayn, and Perrie all sat around the fire with us.

"What's a bonfire without marshmallows?" Louis asked walking outside, carrying marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers.

" I'm gonna go see if Harry wants to come down." I said, standing up.

"It's amazing." Louis sounded in disbelief, I turned around to face him, confused.

" What?" I asked.

" I've tried for months to get one word out of him, and you come and completely just change him." He said, putting together his marshmallow. I knew he was jealous and a little offended by the fact that I got his best friend to function and he didn't, but I was a little taken back by his tone.

" At least she got him out of bed." Liam butted in, sticking up for me.

" I know, I just find it weird." Louis shrugged.

"Why?" I asked.

"Forget it, I didn't mean for it to sound rude." Louis said, looking at me and I knew he was telling the truth.

"Well it came off that way." Liam stated, and I almost wish he wouldn't have.

" I'm sorry." Louis tried again, and I nodded.

"It's fine. I don't mean to interfere." I felt like I was walking on egg shells at the moment, and it was everything I was afraid of. No, Louis was not a mean person, but I could tell he was geniully hurt by his best friend.

They've been together for four years and now Harry just completely shut them out, obviously it was going to make wounds. Now, by me coming in and practically rubbing it in there faces was adding salt to those wounds, I couldn't blame them.

"Louis can I talk to you?" I asked, and he looked a little taken back by my request, but nodded anyway. We walked out to the front of the house, and sat on the porch.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head, now realizing why this was so awful for them.

"It's not your fault Emily." He consoled, rubbing my back softly.

" It's got to be hard." I said, looking in front of me. I was pulling an impressive poker face, but only because I wasn't sure how to address this situation.

" I miss him." Louis whispered, and I felt him lean into me a little. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and he leaned into me more. "He just completely lost it one day, and I found him in his apartment with bottles of whiskey and scotch all over the place. He was passed out, and for a second I thought he was dead. Thankfully, he was only passed out from the alcohol, and after taking him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped he just completely ignored me. I felt like he resented me for finding him, and saving him; like he was mad that he didn't die."

I shivered at the thought, and realized Louis was getting teary-eyed. I rubbed his back a little more, and let him cry; I felt my eyes get watery too.