Jar Of Hearts ♚ BOOK TWO ♚

Chapter Seven - Northern Downpour

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Louis and Harry continued to fight as the road trip went on. They had now been driving for about three days, and Harry still refused to tell Louis where they were going, causing Louis to try and throw himself out of the car. Louis had asked to drive multiple times as well, but Harry would always say no, and that Louis could choke on a dick.

"I thought you hated me, for fuck's sake!" Louis exclaimed, and Harry just rolled his eyes. "Trust me, I hate your pathetic ass." Harry said, and Louis glared at him. "Then why are you making me go on this goddamn road trip?!" Louis shouted, and Harry once again rolled his eyes at him.

"If you keep rolling your eyes at me they'll fall out of your goddamn head." Louis spat, crossing his arms across his chest and staring out his window. "You know, if you hadn't become such a dick head, I wouldn't hate you. I'd still love you actually." Harry said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Fuck you." Louis spat, his voice dripping venom. "Thank you for justifying my point." Harry dead panned, and Louis opened his mouth to say something, but Harry cut him off. "I'd bite my tongue if I were you." Harry said, and Louis didn't say anything else. He just glared at the window and wallowed in self pity.

"I honestly wonder what happened to you," Harry said, his tone changing completely. Louis gave him a confused look, and Harry sighed. "Nothing happened to me," Louis said, and Harry groaned. "Bullshit." Harry spat, gripping the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"I just became an asshole. You did, too. And so did Liam," Louis said, pushing his fringe out of his eyes. "Yeah, but we didn't stab someone for no reason and bully them to the point where they wanted to kill themselves," Harry said, and Louis hit him upside the head.

"You were a fucking part of that, dick fuck!" Louis yelled, and Harry hit him back. "You know damn well it was your fault, too!" Louis exclaimed, and Harry stayed quiet. Louis sat there, waiting for Harry to say something back.

After five minutes of silence, Louis gave Harry a shit eating grin. "That's what I thought. You cannot put all the blame on me," Louis said, and turned to look out the window. "It was your idea-" "Shut the fuck up. You just don't want to deal with your own guilty conscience," Louis snapped, cutting him off.

"Trust me, I'm dealing just fine with my own conscience. You're the one that has to deal knowing that you killed your own father and almost killed Niall," Harry said, and Louis shook his head. "Who said I was going to live with it?" Louis asked, and Harry shot him a confused look.

"What, are you saying you're going to kill yourself?" Harry asked, his tone sounding almost sarcastic. "Oh fuck you, asshole. I called you the night I was going to kill myself and guess what you said?! Louis exclaimed, glaring at the side of Harry's head.

"I said good fucking riddance." Harry said in a monotone voice, keeping his eyes on the road. "You'll have to live with that." Louis said, and turned to look out the window again. "Live with what?" Harry asked, and Louis laughed bitterly.

"You'll have to live knowing that you're the reason that your ex boyfriend killed himself."

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Harry and Louis were in a small town now, Louis asleep, and Harry now a sleep deprived zombie. Harry pulled into the parking lot of a motel, shutting the car off and hitting the back of Louis' head. "Wake up, dammit." He muttered and got out of the car. He walked into the building and quickly got a room before going back outside.

 He grabbed his one bag from his trunk before going over to Louis' side and opening the door, him falling out once again and landing on the ground. He groaned and sat up, pushing his hair out of his face. Harry felt his heart crack a little at how cute Louis looked.

"Come on, I got us a hotel room for the night," Harry said, and Louis shook his head. "Carry me," Louis whined, and Harry really didn't want to, but a small part of him still loved Louis. "Just get up and follow me," Harry said, putting his back pack on.

"Please!" Louis whined, and Harry groaned quietly before picking Louis up. He kicked the car door shut and brought Louis inside. "Can you walk now?" Harry asked, and Louis nodded. Harry dropped him, and Louis just got up from the floor and followed after Harry.

 They walked up a flight of stairs and Harry stopped at the twelfth door, jamming a key into the door and unlocking it. He pushed the door open and sighed when he saw there was only one bed. "Nice, one bed." Louis said, and Harry nodded, tossing his back pack onto the floor and falling onto the bed.

Louis shut the door and stared at Harry. "I'll sleep on the floor," Louis said, opening the closet next to him and grabbing a thin blanket and a pillow out of it, laying down on the ground. "No, we can share. Just don't touch me," Harry said, rolling over on the bed and getting underneath the duvet.

Louis nodded and got up, laying next to Harry. He wrapped the thin and scratchy blanket around him and soon fell asleep.

[a/n]

I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE A TWO MONTHS I'M SORRY PLEASE KILL ME QUICKLY, oh and this is only going to have three more chapters. it's kind of like a mini fic. Don't hate me for doing this, but this wasn't going to be very long to begin with and I'm so shit at updating that it'd be easy to make it a mini fic. I'm still doing a third book as well, and that'll be the last book in the Haphephobia series. *sobs violently* Oh, and I know that I sound like an asshole, but please comment on this. I just want to delete my account right now because I feel like everything I write is complete shit. Sorry I'm rambling. Bye.

Song: Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco

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