grammar//l.s ✔️

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Harry

When I got that idiots number surprisingly we never stopped talking. He was actually pretty cool. But a lot of times he would just squeal for no reason which was totally annoying, by the way.

"Hey Harry!" Louis yelled through the phone. That was annoying too.

"Hey there Lou," I chuckled. I heard something fall with a bump, and then I could here something shattered immediately right after.

"Oh dear," I heard Louis whisper.

"What?" I asked, because he was annoying me. Is in trouble, did he do something stupid? Is he dying? The fuck?

"Can I tell you something?" Louis asked quietly, and I got anxious.

"Sure," I answered, nodding, though he couldn't actually see me.

It was silent on the other line of the phone and I got even more anxious for what he's going to tell me. And as I was going to ask if he was there, I heard a bang on a door (probably Louis' then in came in a male voice shouting, probably his father.

"Louis what the fuck!" The voice shouted in anger and I heard glass shattering, I jumped a little bit. I sat there confused asking 'what's happening, louis' over and over. I was so terrified I debated whether I should call the police or not, but I didn't have his adress. Maybe he just forgot to clean his room. Boys will be boys. Right?

"I have to go, b-bye." He quickly hung up the call, and my nerves got the best of me. Not really, I didn't go dramatic and tumble over the floor, my lip quivering, and then a forced sob leaves my mouth. No. I just hoped for the better.

But what happened to this overly giddy and bubbly boy, and why was he nervous all of a sudden? I wonder what's going on. Because in all honesty, who the fuck knows what is going on? I don't know where he lives. Hell, I don't even know his last name.

I debated whether calling back or not, But I didn't because maybe It'll make it worse. Fuck, why is this so hard? Why couldn't we just know each other in real life? Why couldn't I do something about this?