My Mothers Mistake

Chapter 4:

Louis POV:

I'm just a emo bully.

He doesn't want to be my friend, than we won't be friends.

We'll be enemies. I'll go back to pushing him into lockers and calling him a gay nerd.

That's his fault.

I had made three cuts along my arm but stopped because I didn't want to go to therapy.

"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!"

Shit.

"Hi mummy." I slowly walked over to her in the kitchen. "You look pretty.."

"Don't even try to get out of this Louis." She scolded. "You better have a real good explanation as to why you ditched your classes."

"Uh... I got in a fight..." I mumbled.

"A fight?!" She shouted.

"I'm sorry! It's not what you think! Ed and Nick and Zayn were beating up geek boy so I stood up for him and they started hitting me! And then Harry and I ditched..."

"So your friends with Harry now?" She asked.

"No." I growled. "He's a fucking jerk."

"Why is that?" She sighed crossing her arms.

"I was being nice to him and then he kissed me! Than he said I ruined his first kiss because I said it was a mistake because I'm NOT gay!" I exclaimed.

"He kissed you?" She gasped.

"Ya. He's gay boy remember. He likes boys."I rolled my eyes

"So you broke his heart." She raised her eyes brows.

"I guess." I shrugged.

"Your going over to his house and apologizing this minute." She demanded.

"Ya, no." I shook my head

"Yes or your going to see a therapist." She threatened.

"What?! That is not fair! It's not my fault he decided he wanted to kiss me!" I cried.

"Did you push him off you and say it was a mistake?"

"Not exactly..." I bit my lip.

"Well tell me exactly what happened."

"Well we had been on the swings and jumped and I fell I top of him and he was all nervous and I thought it would be funny to tease him so I rubbed my nose with his an then he said he liked me and then we kissed..."

"So you kissed him back?"

I shrugged, flushing a bit.

"Maybe.."

"You kissed him back and then said it was a mistake?!" She yelled.

"What was I supposed to do? Slap him?" I chuckled sarcastically.

"If it was a mistake you wouldn't have kissed him back Louis."

"It was a mistake." I snapped. "It meant nothing. I'll go apologize if you will just stop interrogating me. Holy fuck." I groaned.

"Go to his house NOW."

I did as she said and drove there.

I got there and knocked on the door.

"Hi." His sister answered.

"Hi." I muttered. "Is your brother here?"

"Umm, he's supposed to be with you.. tutoring?" She frowned.

"So he's not here?" I rolled my eyes.

"No." She shook her head. "I have to go..."

She ran passed me and got in a car to search for her brother.

"Anne?" I called into the house.

She came running down.

"Hi Louis, what are you doing here? Harry was supposed to be at your house..." She said confused

"He never came." I shrugged.

"Oh my. I'm going to go look for him. You can stay here if you want. We will be back as soon as we find him." She smiled and ran out the door to look for him.

I shut the door and went to his room, sitting on his bed and waiting.

I looked around and sighed. He has report cards hung on his wall. He has "Honor Roll" certificates everywhere as well.

A long with music posters.

I didn't recognize any of them.

The door shot open and Harry walked in.

He slammed the door shut and leaned against it.

He slid down until his bum hit the floor and began sobbing.

He didn't even know I was here...

What do I do?!

"H-Harry..?"

He stopped and looked at me.

"W-what are you doing here?" His eyes grew wide.

"Your mum told me to wait here... they are looking for you."

"Oh." He mumbled getting up and wiping his tears.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, putting it to his ear.

"Hi mum... I'm sorry.... I know..... Ya, I understand... I had a bad day... ya,thanks.... I love you... bye." He hung up.

"Harry-"

"Please just stop." He sighed. "Look, I'll tutor you but I don't want you to talk about anything but math with me."

"Why?"

"Because you are selfish and you do things without even realizing that you are breaking me." He admitted. "Now. Why are you here?"

"I came to apologize." I frowned.

"For?"

"Saying that stuff..."

"Don't want to hear it." He rolled his eyes. "I don't want to hear any of it."

I got up. "You don't have to hear it. You don't have to listen to me saying that I'm sorry and that I was lying."

He looked confused.

I walked over to him.

"You don't have to listen because I'm gonna show you." I whispered.