Rivals - L.S.

Nine - Misunderstandings and Date Plannings

After three phone calls, each to a different player on the baseball team, Harry finally got Louis' address. Louis owned a flat in a building similar to Harry's, about fifteen minutes into the downtown area.

Harry was sure he had never felt so nervous in his life. The adrenaline had worn off and he had a pit in his stomach. There were so many different ways this situation could end and Harry was terrified of the outcome. His hands were shaking as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor that was marked '24 - Private'. Harry was second guessing himself, thinking that he still had time to turn back because Louis had no clue Harry was there yet.

This whole plan of aborting the mission was short lived. The elevator doors skidded on and Louis was standing on the other side. Harry's jaw dropped and he felt like he could faint. Louis' hair was tucked into a dark maroon beanie, only his fringe showing. He had on a white tank top and black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His blue eyes were clouded with exhaustion as they met Harry's, widening in confusion. "Harry? What are you doing here?" Louis asked quickly, surprised.

"I, um, wanted to talk to you," Harry said slowly, having forgotten everything he planned on saying as soon as he caught sight of Louis' pink lips.

Louis stepped to the side so Harry could get out of the elevator, crossing his arms over his chest as if to make himself look more stern. "About what?" Louis questioned, his voice sounding emotionless and cold.

"About why you've been ignoring me since the night of Michael's party," Harry nervously shoved his hands into his pockets, "What did I do to make you avoid me?"

Louis let out a sigh and turned around, Harry following down a short hallway. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the only door on the floor. It lead into Louis' suite. Harry slowly stepped inside, taking a long look around. All of the furniture looked like it had never been touched, straight out of an Ikea or a model home. There was a large telly on the wall, a footy game playing with the sound muted. The kitchen was small but looked expensive, one again seeming like it hadn't ever been touched. Everything was neat and perfect and definitely not what Harry expected.

Louis brushed right past Harry into the living room to sit down on the couch. Harry just stood in the entryway, uncomfortable and nervous. "Are you going to come sit down and talk to me or what?" Louis asked in a snarky tone, sounding almost like he despised not only Harry but the situation itself.

"What is wrong with you?" Harry yelled, shocked at Louis' attitude, "I thought we were finally friends and now you're back to the same asshole shit as before! I tried so hard to make you like me, so hard to have some kind of friendship and you keep doing your damnedest to ruin it! What did I do, huh? Tell me, why do I deserve this?" Harry was angry and confused and everything was just spilling out of him, he'd never done anything like this before.

Louis covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly. "That's exactly it, Harry! You've been so fucking.... so nice," Louis said, starting out yelling but getting quiet at the end.

Harry felt even more lost now, like he was completely insane. "If I've been so nice, why are you ignoring me?"

"Because. I don't deserve someone being that nice to me and taking care of me, okay? Every time I get too close, people realize I don't deserve it. So, I'm not going to get close, alright? I can't," Louis breathed out quickly, looking at everything except Harry.