The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 11) - Not mine to begin with.

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Niall

Harry froze and blinked in place. Momentarily stuck to the very spot he stood. My eyes drifted back to Louis and he had nothing written on his face to give away whatever he was thinking; for some reason I was a bit annoyed. Harry silently approached the boy with shaky arms and legs, lips trembling ever-so-slightly. "Louis." he says weakly, testing out the waters. "Louis." Still, the blue-eyed boy just stared at him like he knew nothing of what he was talking about. "Louis, Louis I missed you. Like a crazy amount." he gestures his arms into a shape of a massive ball in exaggeration. Again, Louis remained still, definitely looking more confused by the second.

Harry paused feeling the thickness of the tense air surrounding all of us. Its presence definitely potent but intangible. "Lou?" he tries one more time. The doll's mouth opened. "Were you the one that woke me up?" he asks softly. Harry tenses up. "Huh?" Louis expression furrows in disgust in seconds. "Oh great." he says. "You try to ask a simple question that is pretty much a 'yes-or-no' answer and yet it's still hard to even understand. Jesus christ, why are humans so difficult?" I could feel my composure slowly crumbling as Harry fell to his bum on the carpeted floors.

"No way." he says in complete and utter surprise.

His eyes widened, mouth hanging agape. He shakes his head furiously, looking like he didn't want to believe it, whispering a mantra of 'It-can't-be's' "And now he's being melodramatic, great I definitely got a weird one." Louis adds with a giggle. I pursed my lips, knuckles turning a chalky white. "Ni, don't." Liam shakes his head disapprovingly, placing a hand on my shoulder to either comfort me or restrain me. My head snapped to Harry and he looked like he saw a ghost. His skin paler than usual. "Harry." I say, reaching a hand out to pull him in for comforting. His eyes looked watery and glistening like he was about to cry.

"Don't" he says, quietly shaking his head. "please don't look at me like that." "But Ha--" and he was out the door. I shook myself off Liam's grip and headed towards the fucking brunette I've always hated for years, grabbing him by the collar and forcibly pulling him up. "Who.The.Fuck.Do.You.Think.You.Are?!?" the brunette looked blankly at me as if he didn't care. "That fucking idiot of my best friend had been waiting for you for more than a year now after your 'sudden-death' just after he finally found you, you act so fucking rude and inconsiderate at your first meeting?!? Who the fuck are you to treat him that way?!?!?" "Niall--" Liam tries to interrupt.

"Liam." I took a breath. "If you don't want to get hurt, please stay the fuck away. I'm begging you." He winces but nods understandingly, backing away to his original spot. I snapped my eyes back to the other boy icily. "Aren't you going to say something?" I hissed angrily. Louis blinked and for a second an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes and he looked down on the floor. "Yeah, glad you're feeling fucking horrible." I told him, looking out the open door where Harry had just been. "Now I'm going to run after him, bring him back then you'll be begging on your hands and knees for an apology to all of us." Louis opened his mouth to say something but closed it, hopefully feeling how angry I was with a slight nod.

"Liam." "Yeah?" "Keep an eye on this 'thing', alright?" I didn't wait for Liam to nod in approval. All I knew was I had to find Harry before he does something stupid that will not only hurt him but me also. You better be okay Harry because I'm coming for you whether you want me to or not.

Harry

My vision blurred ever-so-slightly, my feet slackened against the rough, rocky park pavement. With a massive sigh, I plopped down to the nearest bench I could find and instantly buried my face within my hands. "How could he forget?!" I demanded with more sniffles pathetically escaping my mouth. "How the hell could he?!" I demanded, slight anger boiling up. 'Cause you're not worth remembering you dolt. How could you have forgotten?' a tiny voice called out from the back of my head. I shook the tiny demon away as I roughly wiped on my eyes with my wool sweater, my nose blocked up because of my crying and my eyes all irritated and watery.