Silent Treatment

Twelve

LOUIS POV

     "Will you please just talk to him and forgive him or hear him out if he comes to talk to you. I really don't care I just need something to happen," Zayn begged.

     I stared at Zayn, unable to do anything else as the hurt welled up inside me. Forgive him? Hear him out? He has had plenty of time to seek me out and say anything to me for years now and he hasn't done anything. The tormenting I have gone through because of him, all because he has a crush on me. I can't believe it, and I won't.

     "And what if I don't want to ever forgive him for what he has done? What will you do then?" I asked. My face was aching, a stone look carved onto my features. I crossed my arms, forming a defensive stance as I waited for him to respond. 

     "I, uh... I don't know. If you don't, then I will have to explain why I have been writing all these letters to you and how I didn't actually betray our friendship -"

      "Like he betrayed ours, but not even as bad." I interrupted. 

     "Yeah. Listen, I know what he did was wrong, but he's really not a bad guy. I've had the pleasure of getting to know him these last years. He's one of the best guys I know. I just wish you would give him another chance to redeem himself," Zayn said. 

     "I know," I sighed, "but I just can't. You don't know what I went through, and you never will. It was so hard Zayn. Harry was one of my first friends, and my best friend growing up. When out falling out occurred, I had nobody. Then came the accident and I literally had nobody. My heart was ripped out of my own body; half to the grave and half to your hands, which you guys promptly stomped on. You say he's not a bad guy, but there's proof otherwise."

     With that, I turned and walked away from him. I wasn't sure if Liam was following me or not, but it didn't matter. I just wanted to get away from Zayn. He can't sit there and lecture me about Harry. I knew him first. Of course, he was a good guy. He was one of the sweetest kids in this town; everyone loved and adored him. Then we got older and everyone just fell in love with him even more. I, on the other hand, got to see the other side of him. How many people would adore him if they saw that side. 

     All of our years of friendship just thrown out the window in the blink of an eye. I barely had the chance to realize it before it happened. He made it seem like I was nothing to him, like we didn't grow up together and know everything about each other. He acted like I was a kid he met once and only seemed to recognize my face, and then later, not even that. We built our friendship up, only for him to knock the stool right from under me and laugh as I fell. He kicked me when I was down and then acted like he didn't know what had happened. What kind of person does that to somebody else?

     I went back to the cafeteria to sit down at the table. I pulled some work back out of my backpack to get a head start on for tonight. Five, ten minutes past as I started at the sheets in front of me, still reeling in what happened a few minuets ago. My anger was boiling at this point, bubbling over the rim of the pot. I sat there and took some deep, calming breaths, trying to figure out why I was so angry.

     I had let my angry subside for so long that I forgot about it. I had been ignoring and pushing back my real feelings to the point where they only could burst, at any moment too. Years of pent up anger and hurt for so many things built up and now they are here, ready to show. I shouldn't be here. I just want to go home and take a nap and I can work everything else out later. School won't mind if I miss the rest of the day. Liam might, but he can make it by himself, he is a big boy. Maybe I should go see the nurse and get an excuse for the rest of the day.

     I made my way slowly to the nurses office, taking in everything as I went. There were so many things in these halls that I never really noticed before, I never had the opportunity to. I was always in such a rush to get out of here. When I entered her office, the nurse gave me a very concerned look.

    "Louis, are you okay?" She asked as she came towards me.

     "Actually, I don't feel too well. I was hoping I would be able to go home and sleep off this sickness that I have been feeling," I suggested.

     It didn't even take her five minutes to let me leave. I gathered some of my books from my locker before making my way to the office to check it and then out the front door and on my way home. I sent Liam a quick text, telling him that I would be home and for him not to worry about me. He responded, but I never looked at it, too tired to force the energy out of me. 

     I crawled into my bed when I got home, wanting to forget today already. I could take a two hour nap before the first person would get home and I was not about to throw away my shot at that. I placed my phone on my nightstand and closed my eyes, letting sleep consume me. 

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Why hello there! I am back, yet again! I have no idea how many of you are still reading this, but here is the next update. I hope you enjoyed this part! I am currently working on the next part and hope to have it up soon! It was kind of a filler, because I have to go back and read what I wrote; it's been way too long for this story! Sorry about that too! 

Anyways, stay lovely,

pastyprincess