☠FreakShow☠ |L.S. AU| (Editing)

xix.

Hey guys, omfg! I just counted how many chapters are left and I'm crying! There are only like 4 more then the fucking epilogue!

I honestly can't like wait to get to the big thing that's coming. Btw guys shit goes down in this one like fur-real fur-real. Everything gets explained in this chapter, pay attention and remember the previous chapters..

Okay anyways enjoy, you little fuckers.

P.S. the song on the top is super good, listened to it while writing this chapter.
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"Harry, please stop staring out of the window. The neighbours are starting to get concerned." A soft womanly voice says behind me as I look out to the road being pounded by the rain. I sigh running my fingers through my hair, before wrapping them around my warm mug again. Turning around I see very concerned Maura.

"Sorry Maura, I'll just... Uh... Go sit down." I mumble as I duck my head and walk past her, I feel her pat my back as I do so. I look down at my feet as I stumble into the living room where Niall is groaning about his favourite footie team losing a game. Sitting down next to him I listen to his grumbling.

"Fucking little wankers. Can't kick the damn ball, Fucking pass it!" Niall yells the ending. I chuckled a bit, looking over I noticed how red in the face he was.

"Niall, language!" I smile as I here his mother scold him for using vulgar tongue. Niall rolls his eyes and huffs in frustration. I hadn't noticed I was staring at him until he snapped his fingers in my face. I shook my head and looked back down at the cuppa in my hand, watching the steam rise off of the liquid.

"M'sorry... I was thinking." I mumble, it was barely audible. I looked over at Niall who was looking at me like he has been for the past few days I've been here. The same pair of blue eyes - a lot like Louis' - looking at me with pity. I truly hated how he's been looking at me, I know it's partly my fault with my moping around, but god damn don't look at me like that. "Can you stop it with that look?" I ask shifting in my seat - clearly noting I was uncomfortable.

"It's not my fault you make feel bad for you...You have been a bummer for the past couple days." I sighed at his words, it was true. I can't really helped that I'm bummed out, I miss Louis, but I'm still not over the fact that he kept this from me.

I didn't say anything to Niall. Niall rolled his eyes and looked back to the footie players on the 62" inch screen, I sighed fighting back tears. I've been uncontrollably crying for past 3 days, of course it was over Louis. I wanted to know how he was, I tried texting him - to which no reply. I'm just honestly starting to worry about him, I just don't have the motivation to make sure he is. Which is a bitch move on my part.

I hadn't noticed I was crying till I felt a drop go into my cuppa. I quickly wiped my eyes and sniffled trying to not make it obvious that I was crying in front of Niall. Even though Niall has seen me cry, he's never seen me cry about Louis; to be completely honest it is truly heart breaking to hear and see.

"Harry, you need Louis." I heard Niall whisper, I looked over to him he was hunched over looking at his fingertips pressed together. I stayed silent as he looked at me with a straight face.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"You obviously need Louis, I've been trying to cheer you up and keep you company. It's.... How do I put this nicely.... It's getting really fucking tiring.... No offense." Niall threw his hands up at the last part. I looked at him angrily for a second and then thought about what he said. I dropped my head and felt an arm go over my shoulders. "If I was in a situation like this, I wouldn't have left in the first place. I would stay and try to talk it out before I jumped too far... Harry you're basically running away from this problem."