*Harry*
"Wakey, wakey!" Louis's voice sings in my ears. I roll over and smile at him. He was hanging over me with a crooked smile plastered on his face. Louis was always so happy.
"Hi Louis." I say pulling myself up. I tossed my heavy comforter off myself before i suffocated.
"We have work toda-ay." He informs me.
"Yeah, I know." I say. I sighed to myself. Things were changing. I didn't want to tell Louis, let alone any of the lads. Their hearts would break. Mine slowly was too. Slowing shattering, bit, by bit. Guilt was eating me alive. My problem was, I didn't want to let anyone down. Not Louis, not the boys, not other producers.
I make my way from my bedroom to the living room where everyone else was already eating.
"Morning, Hazza." Liam's deep voice greets.
"Hi," I say running my hands through my dark, curly hair.
"Wanna eat?" Niall questions.
"Yeah." I say, sitting down beside Zayn, who looked still half asleep.
"Made you a plate." Louis chirped, placing a plate before me.
"Thanks." I smile. Louis could always put a smile on my face. He had this gift, that no matter what, he could put a smile on anyone's face, even on the rainiest of days, and seemingly the worst situations. I loved that about Louis. He saw the bright in things. I just wish I could do the same thing.
* * * * * *
"Alright boys, take a little break." Paul instructs. I was relieved. I just needed to sit down. I sat on a cozy, vinyl love seat. Louis soon dropped himself beside me.
"You seem down today, Harry." he says, worry filled his sea green-blue eyes.
"I'm just tired..." I reply. It wasn't a complete lie, I've been pretty drained recently. My schedule had been busy lately. I'm sure the boys are becoming suspicious. I just didn't know how to tell them. I didn't want to let them down, or hurt them. That would absolutely kill me.
"Are you sure that's all that's bothering you, mate?" Louis asks.
"Yeah. I'm sure." I assure him. Part of me just wanted to tell Louis everything. He's my closest friend and I could trust him with anything. But the part of me that told me to keep it to myself always overcame me. Did that make me a bad friend? Or perhaps a bad person in general?
*Louis*
"Okay, lets head home, lads." Liam says.
"Yeah, I'm tired." Zayn yawns, louder than needed.
"Yeah...Erm...I gotta leave as soon as we get home. Sorry guys." Harry says, not looking up from the ground.
"Why?" I ask suspiciously. This had been going on for about two weeks now, and I wanted to know what was going on. Harry has never pushed me like this before.
"I just have some business to take care of." He explains. Of course. This was nearly a daily thing now. I couldn't stand it. I need Harry by my side. He's my best friend and I thought he could trust me. Why couldn't he tell me? Why couldn't he just stay?
* * * * * *
Harry had left and I called the guys to talk about it.
