Anything Can Happen

Chapter Eleven

Louis POV

Life sucks.

I pee, sleep, and eat-barely. The only other reason I get out of bed is to go to work, as a teacher. How the hell am I supposed to teach when I can't even focus? I've had all the students write their own script, and am giving them extra time to do so, that way I'm giving them and myself time for their final presentation. It's a win-win situation.

Within the past two weeks, I had reached out to contact Harry maybe thirty times, but by the time I sent my last text, I was exhausted. I'm physically and mentally worn out. And depressed. And a mess.

The worst part is, I don't know what I did. Earlier that day we were telling each other 'I love you', but then something happened when Nick called, and it set him off. But I know Harry too well to know that isn't the real reasoning being this sudden outburst. Harry's such a key player in my life, and I love every piece of him, but our relationship has been exhausting. From me getting home at around six every night after grading assignments, and to him working on his cafe all day everyday. Something isn't clicking, and it breaks my heart knowing that I failed at Harry and I.

"Louis, it's been two weeks, you can't act this way. I know it hurts, but in case you've forgotten, I just finished getting through it myself. It will get better, but lying around isn't going to solve anything." Liam walks over to my fetal position on my bed, and sits himself down at the edge. Who knew it would hurt this bad, and we aren't even broken up! At least, we haven't said it out loud yet.

"It, it just hurts, you know? For a-as long as I can remember, I-I thought Harry was the one," I choke out in between sobs. I notice Liam give me this look that he always gives when he feels bad. He almost resembles a lost puppy. The way his big brown eyes grow bigger, and a pout forms on his lips.

"Lou, no one said it was over. Harry is a good guy, so he probably is just needing some space. Don't get so down on yourself, yeah? It's no ones at fault here," he explains with comfort.

"That isn't the problem! The issue is that this is my realization of us not working out," I scream, and I can't stop crying. My heart hurts even more with every breath I take. Is Harry feeling this way? Or is he just going on about his day without a care as to how I'm feeling ..

"Hey, maybe you aren't as in love with Harry as you thought? You've visioned yourself with him for so long, and it always seemed perfect! Maybe you were in love with the thought of being in love with him." Liam suggests. He brings his hand up to my cheek, and wipes away the access tears that remain on my face.

"No, no I love him. So much," I say shaking my head, trying to convince myself more so than Liam. "I just want to know what happened," I cry, moving my head so that I'm breathing into my pillow. The tears leave behind stains on the pillowcase, and I soon feel the wet fabric rubbing onto my face.

"Well, nobody has called anything off, yet," he says quietly, and I feel him moving around on the bed, probably trying to find a more comfortable position than sitting upright. "You'll see him soon, and when you do, you both will figure this out. If this relationship that you have wanted for so long isn't a working relationship, then you know what has to happen," he finishes, leaning in closer to me.

"Yeah, I know. It just-it hurts. You know? Not knowing if I could've d-done anything to prevent in."

With that Liam's arms wrap around my torso, and he gives me a good cuddle for a couple minutes, allowing my mind to drift from the subject for a moment or two. I haven't gotten a full nights rest since the two weeks I haven't spoken with Harry, and laying like this makes me realize just how tired I truly am. I clear my mind, and a warm slumber is about to overcome me when-