Depressed and Suffering

Chapter 1

Louis' POV

I placed the pen down and folded up the paper, sealing it into an envelope carefully. I licked two of my fingers and traced it along the yellow line of the envelope, pressing it down once finished. I stood up and slipped on some shoes, and jogged out the house.

It was a chilly November morning; most of the trees were naked with a blanket of grass covering the grass beneath them. My shoes padded on the pavement of my driveway as I walked over to my car and opened up my trunk. I counted the suitcases, making sure there were none missing. I counted 4 and closed the trunk, making my way to the drivers seat.

It was a 45 minute drive to Harry's 'flat'. He had to move out for a couple of months so that we didn't seem that obvious. We weren't really dating, though. The fans just think we are. I admit, I have feelings for him, but I mean, I don't think Harry would be gay for me. I felt really bad for him though; the kid took it bad. For the last few days whenever we Skyped, he'd be in tears. It was miserable to see him like that; so I planned to surprise him. Our tour started next week, and once tour starts everything goes as crazy as hell.

As I parked across from his flat, I tapped my passcode and checked to see what room he had. He texted the address about a month ago, when he first moved out. Stepping out of the car, I walked over to the back of my car to grab one suitcase. The leaves below me crunched with every step I took.

As I lifted the suitcase out of the trunk, I locked the car and rolled the suitcase towards the flat. The area he was in was empty and looked lifeless. I shrugged and continued walking.

Luckily, the front door was unlocked. I didn't need to page him or anything. I quickly rolled my suitcase to the start of the steps, and I lifted the black suitcase up and stumbled up the stairs. I gasped for air; what the hell did I pack?

Harry's door was the last one in the long hallway. I tried to be as quiet as possible, I wanted him to be surprised when he saw me. Soon, I was standing in front of this big, red door with a golden doorknob. I knocked slowly. I could hear faint footsteps that soon became louder and louder. The door swung open; and there he was.

His long curly hair was a mess. He didn't have any clothing on. I let out a laugh and Harry's cheeks flushed red.

"Oh god Harry." I laughed, hugging him. He had a little boner, and I continued laughing.

"L-Louis? What are you doing here?" He asked, grabbing a pillow to cover Mr. Styles.

"I came because I missed you bud." I said, taking a seat on the grey couch.

"Right- erm, I'm gonna go change, okay?" He began to walk backwards to a bedroom.

I chuckle and continue to sit there, just thinking.

I realized little butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach.

Do I like him?

I remembered feeling the small boner.

Does he like me?

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Oh god this is such a crappy chapter but I'm done with it. Next ones will be better yay

And its pretty short, im sorry i had writers block :/