4.
Harry ran downstairs, determined to find out what was going on. The scream was definitely not a cry for help, but it was Lou's and Harry couldn't fight off his instinct to go find him. He was downstairs now, standing up against the wall, looking to find Liam or Lou. He saw that the dancefloor had gathered around two people. Harry got closer.
"I fucking hate you!"
"Stop. Stop! You're just fucking upset. Stop it. I didn't invite him." Harry heard Liam yell.
Someone hit Liam.
"Sure you didn't. Go away! Get the fuck away from me, all of you!" Louis yelled. "I don't have to deal with this shit now."
Harry saw Liam go after Lou, who was now headed out the door.
Harry knew all of this was his fault. He honestly and truthfully felt bad and the best thing he could do now was to leave. He finally got what he came for. He had been looking for an answer. An answer that Lou had just answered. Lou told him that he didn't love him and that was enough for Harry. He was done.
Harry ran outside. He walked up to his former best friend and his former boyfriend. "It's ok. I'll go." And with that, Harry walked away, walked away from the boy who had once been his whole life.
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It's been a month since Niall's birthday, and Harry hasn't returned anyone's calls. He sleeps until three in the afternoon, eats something small, gets dressed up, and goes to a bar. It''s been his routine for weeks now. He usually calls up Nick and invites him along. No, Harry isn't best friends with Nick, but he knows that Lou was never fond of him, so in a way, it's like getting back at Louis again. Harry doesn't intentionally want to hurt Lou, but he knows that he does. And maybe he's a little happy that he does.
Harry's brain and heart are contradicting each other right now. His mind is telling him that the logical actions are to forget Louis, date Nick, get drunk, and live his life like that because Lou's a fucking dipshit. His heart is telling him that nothing comes easy. Nothing that's truly worth it is ever going to be easy. Love isn't easy. But that was six years ago, Harry reasons. No, Louis won't take him back now. Never.
Harry is a mess right now. He's drunk at a club downtown in London. It's a very public place, so he knows that Nick and him will be seen together. This is all part of his plan though. He knows that Larry Shippers are still going crazy over the scene at Niall's house, so he's trying to let that die down. He knows that Modest won't be happy with Lou or any of the boys because of that night, so Harry thinks he'll do them a favor and get the press off their back.
"Harry! Come on, have another shot! Drinks on me." Nick says, coming up to Harry and drapping an arm around him.
Harry feels uncomfortable, but is too shy to say anything that could hurt Nick. "I already have a drink."
"That's a beer mate, not an actual drink."
Harry just shrugs.
"Ok. Sit down. What's wrong mate?" Nick says, stepping back and putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "All you've done for the last month is drink, sleep, and wank yourself off."
Harry attempts to laugh at Nick's joke, but it comes out as a muffled sound.
"One Directions' Louis Tomlinson... confirmed..."
Harry couldn't hear the small TV in the bar, but he picked up what it was saying little by little. Harry shushed Nick, but he kept talking. "Shut the fuck up!" He screamed.
