Last First Kiss

Chapter 28

Louis' P.O.V.

As soon as Natalie hung up, I decided to ring her again.

"What? Wasn't I clear enough?" she questioned

"How do you know she is so incredibly devistated?" I retorted her question

"Oh my God! Are you serious?!" Natalie yelled into the phone

"Dead serious"

"She doesn't. Cook" Natalie simply said

"Oh, wow! Well, that's shocking! Like, seriously, END OF THE WORLD!" I mocked "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Why don't you ask Harry?" she hissed, then hung up. Ask Harry, hm? Doesn't sound that bad at all. I turned around on my heel and climbed up the stairs, navigating myself to Harry's room. As I entered his room I found myself wondering where he had found the time to close his curtains, take off his clothes, in particular his pants, change into his sweats and lie down on his bed in a fetal position. I had never seen Harry lie like that. And even though it may seem as a small, unimportant detail to you, it had me worrying a lot

"Haz?" I said, hearing my own voice crack "Are you okay?"

Harry mumbled a soft yes as I neared his bed to sit down next to him

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I asked, but Harry shook his head

"Why not?" I asked again and this time Harry buried his face into his pillow. By this time it was obvious to me that a wall would be more talkative, so I decided to start a monologue

"You know, Natalie just called me. She told me that Melina is really upset too, so I know it has something to do with her. She also told me that something was wrong with YOU, so I know you did something that made the two of you so down. Oh, and also she told me to ask you what it means that Melina is so upset that she doesn't cook" I pretty much summed up for myself, being left surprised when I triggered Harry's attention

"She doesn't cook?" his voice turned into a whisper

"No, she doesn't" I answered hesitantly "Why? Is that really that bad?"

"She'll get over it" Harry muttered to himself as he looked at his hands before he placed his head back on the pillow.

I gave up on trying to get anything out of him, because I wasn't going to succeed anyway, so I got out of his room and ran downstairs to call the boys. I dialled all their numbers one by one, leaving the same message as soon as they picked up: "Come over quick! It's Harry!"

Within 5 minutes after I had called, Liam was at my door with a worried expression on his face. He said something about Zayn and Niall being here in 5 minutes and entered the living room, his eyes scanning every corner to find a dead Harry. Okay, maybe I exaggerated during the call. A little bit. Relieved that he hadn't found a dead or seriously injured Harry, Liam went to sit on the couch, looking around questioningly, probably wondering where Harry was. Not long after, Niall and Zayn reached my house and soon the three blokes were sitting on the couch, worried expressions decorating their faces

"So, what's wrong with Harry?" Niall urged

"He's lovesick" I stated. Three jaws dropped to the ground as three pairs of eyes stared at me

"Lovesick? THAT'S why you fυcking called us?" Zayn questioned

"Seriously, Louis! I thought he was dying or something!" Liam exclaimed

"It's not like that. It's serious. I've never seen him like this! He won't even tell me what happened!" I explained

"Well, OBVIOUSLY he got rejected. There's not much to explain" Zayn said annoyed