Not My Type - A Larry Fanfiction

6: I want a makeover.

AN: I HATE THIS CHAPTER. UGH. Okay so, we need 7 votes for Chapter 7 to be out :))) 

Harry was astonished, hurt and betrayed. He knew he shouldn’t have expected much from Louis, but in one day he had changed so much. He tried to hold back tears when the phone call ended, but he just couldn’t keep them in. He locked his room door and let himself cry.

Harry felt so lonely and thank god he had Hannah’s and Liam’s numbers. He texted them both, asking them to come over immediately. He had to give his address to Liam though, since he had never come to his place.

It never took Hannah long before she was in front of the door, knocking for entrance. It was Harry’s mum who answered and sent her immediately to his room. She found him curled up in a ball against his wall, crying.

She walked up to him and wrapped him in her hugs and whispered comforting things in his ears. They waited in silence the arrival of Liam. He didn’t take long, and he too wrapped Harry in his arms. They waited patiently for Harry to be ready to talk, and as he was going to open his mouth, his phone’s ringtone buzzed.

He looked over his shoulder to see the caller ID: Louis. Harry was torn to be honest. Should he answer? Should he not? He turned to look at Hannah who shook her head, really wanting to hear what is making him so sad.

He turned back to face his two friends and ignored the call. He had to find a way to explain the story, so he came up with the easiest one yet.

“After Louis grabbed my phone on Thursday, I followed him into the bathroom and he had read where I tell you I have a crush on him,” Harry says, pointing at Hannah. “He told me not to tell anyone so I didn’t. The next day after school I proposed to help him in science, so he came over. I helped him then we kissed again. Today I called him to see if he wanted to hang out or something, but he told me ‘Look, I don’t have time for you or your nerdy things. Now go hang out with people who actually care about you and just call me if it has something to do with science or school.’”

Hannah frowned and pulled Harry into a hug. Liam did the same as they let him drain some more tears out of his eyes.

“I want a makeover,” Harry said firmly. “I got clothes in the closets, look through there.”

Hannah stared at him, unsure. “Are you sure Harry?”

He nodded as Liam got up to choose his clothes. Hannah started by bringing some gel and she messed up his curls and placed them in a quiff. Liam came back with a white V-Neck and a pair of skinny jeans. He held the jeans like they were objects worth more than diamond.

Harry grabbed the clothes and hurried to put it on. When he was done, Liam and Hannah were smiling big and hugging Harry. He smiled at how quickly this went, but he had to remember how to do his quiff and what his new styles was. He wanted to see if Louis had left a message, but as he tried to take his phone, it rang again.

“Don’t answer it Harry.”

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Louis was pacing in his living room, his phone glued to his ear, waiting for Harry to answer. If only Harry knew why he said those things.

“Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Harry, please leave-“he didn’t let the voice of Harry continue as he hung up and sent a couple texts.

This couldn’t be happening. Harry had to answer, he just had to. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the kiss once again but it only made things worse as he wanted to call and talk to Harry so bad. After the fifth time calling, the voicemail had changed.

“Hi, you’ve reached Harry’s voicemail so leave a message unless you are Louis. Louis, fuck off,” the voicemail said.

Harry had such hatred in his voice when those words were spoken and Louis instantly felt bad. This could not be happening. Now that he is dating Eleanor, he’s going to need to bully Harry again and just forget about him.

He’s just a nerd so forgetting about him will be easy, Louis tried to convince himself.