Apocalypse (larry stylinson)

Chapter 16

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Harry's p.o.v

I'm worried. Louis hasn't taken one step out of that room. Niall's tried (I didn't tell him the whole situation) but no success. Why did I do that? why?

I pace back and fourth, my breathe getting heavy. Because I know what I did. I just don't know why I did it. I'm not quite sure if I fancy him or not. But he sure did give me a relaxing feeling.

What should I do?

Shit, everything is messed up.

"Hey, kid." I turn around to see Paul with his head held high looking straight into my eyes.

"What?" It comes out a bit colder than I thought it would.

"Come here," he motions nodding his head.

I take some thought in this before rolling my eyes and making my way to him. When I make it, face to face with him he looks tired, sad, guilty. I kneel to his hight looking him in the eyes.

"What do you want?" I said harshly shrugging my shoulders up.

"Look. I'm sorry I acted the way I did before but, you have to talk to the boy," he nods tiredly looking to the ground.

"Niall's already tried, he wants to be alone," I say through gritted teeth looking at him with a glare.

"Please. I really am sorry, but maybe he wants to talk to you," he grins softly.

"Why should I go talk to him. Tell me old man," I point my finger roughly into his chest making him huff.

"Because I see the way he looks at you. Or even how you both look at one another." He smiles before continuing.

"It kinda reminds me of how I used to look at my wife." He goes silent looking to the ground with a saddened expression. Now I feel a little bit guilty for being a little to mean.

I sigh reaching my hand to his shoulder, squeezing it softly.

"Look, I forgive you. But it's my fault this all happened and why he isn't coming out of his room." I nod sadly patting him on the shoulder before pulling away.

"Just go figure this whole situation out," he says softy with a small smile spreading across his bearded face.

I think for a while, observing the floor while I do so. I decided to talk to him. I stood up thanking Paul and walking to the closed metal door.

Ok here I go.

Hesitantly I bring my fist to the door knocking on it slightly but loud enough for him to hear.

But he doesn't reply.

"Erm... Louis can we please talk?" I ask knocking on the door once more.

Silence.

He says nothing just dead silence.

"Please Louis, I really need to talk," I said looking to the ground.

Nothing. Still.

I huff and slide down the door with my back against it. My head leans against the cold metal making me shiver. What do I do now?