The Difference

Chapter 27.

Harry's POV

"That tux looks fucking stupid man. I don't even know why you're bothering. None of those girls are going to fuck you." I mock-laughed at Louis while chugging down yet another beer.

"It's five o'clock in the afternoon bro. Slow down would you, or get your own beer." He retorted.

"Fuck off. I'll drink as much as I want." I finished the rest of my beer just to spite the douche in the suit and cracked open another one. "You look like a dick just so you know."

"Don't care Styles." He shrugged my comment off. "Never have and never will." Scoff.

"Dude lets go. The limo's here and it's costs me every fucking second you stand there fixing your mother fucking tie." Niall barked, peering his head into the bathroom Louis was standing in.

"Where's Zayn at?" I asked. I hadn't seen that guy in forever and I was beginning to wonder what happened to him.

"Don't know. Maybe he died or something." Louis chuckled and my jaw clenched shut.

How could he joke about death like that? Leah's been dead barely a month and he's acting like an appropriate amount of time has passed for it to be funny again. Hold on.
did he not know about Leah? Did any of them? Not a single person has brought it up since it happened. It finally made sense to me. Not one of them had mentioned the funeral either.

"You haven't heard, have you?" I spoke timidly.

"Heard what?" Louis slowly walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest, Niall following suit.

"Leah she--" I couldn't bring myself to even say the words. Once was enough.

"Leah what?" Niall pressed. "You're freaking me out man."

"She took too many drugs. Her body couldn't take it."

"What are you getting at?" Louis pushed.

"She's not dead is she?" Niall clarified and I flinched at the words. All I could do was nod.

"Not surprised. That bitch was fucking wild." Louis chuckled and shook his head back and forth.

"Not surprised? What the fuck kind of a thing is that to say?" I yelled throwing my bottle to the ground. Louis quickly stopped laughing and put his hands up.

"Dude chill out."

"Don't fucking tell me to chill. She was my friend you dick."

"Sorry man. I didn't think you were close with her."

"Well I was so just shut up will you?" I demanded rather then asked.

"Whatever you want." He cautiously left the room and grabbed hold of Niall's shoulder. "Let's go." He nodded and followed Louis out of the room. Good thing too because I would've bashed his head against the mirror he couldn't stop fucking looking at.

Once I was left alone in the house I grabbed another beer and stumbled onto the footpath. I wasn't sure how many beers I had finished, I stopped keeping count after the fourth round and third shot.

I don't know where I was heading when I left Louis house, but as some sort of sick fucking trick the universe was playing on me, I ended up at the front of UCLA.

Stumbling onto the campus I tried to remember where the hell her dorm was. Being intoxicated didn't help me in anyway and I was sure that I was lost until I saw a small brunette with a takeout bag walking across the car park to her home away from home.