LOUIS POV:
It's been two weeks since Claire had her misscaraige and Harry still wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. He just cant let go of the fact that he couldnt do anything to save his baby. Yeah this happens to a lot of people but I don't think he understands that, I think he just thinks this is his fault.
It kills me because I cant really do anything to make him feel better about this, he doesn't talk to anyone. Not even Claire, they haven't seen eachother since the day after it happened. Mavis says that Claire has almost fully recovered, she has pretty much forgotten about it because she feels that's the only way it going to get better. I wish Harry would understand that.
"Haz?" I whisper slowly opening his door.
"What do you want now Louis" He mumbles from his bed.
"Liam made you something to eat, here" I say placing the plate on his side table.
"I don't want to eat right now" He grumbles.
"Please Harry, just eat, you haven't eaten all day" I say sadly.
Actually he hasn't eaten for almost three days, I'm getting so worried about him.
"I said I don't want to fucking eat!" He shouts throwing the plate of food off of the table.
"I have had enough of this Harry!" I shout "You don't talk to anyone you don't eat all you do is sit in here and mope! When are you going to accept the fact that nothings going to change, the baby isn't going to come back, its gone. Just get over it and move on like Claire!" I scream, feeling my anger.
"Louis, you have no idea how much I want to be able to move on from this but I feel like its never going to happen, and you don't fucking think I realize that its gone? Just go away fuck you're only making it worse!" He shouts pushing me out the door and slamming it behind me.
"I cant do this anymore!" I scream running down the hall and out the front door.
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"Forget it Louis, I'm not going" Claire tells me walking out of the kitchen and towards the living room.
I've been trying to convince her to go talk to Harry, I feel she's the only person that can help him get through this.
"Come on Claire, he is miserable and if he doesn't get food into his system soon he is going to get really sick" I say trying to guilt her.
"And what makes you think he's going to want to even see me? It's only going to make him remember more" She says sitting on the couch.
"Yeah maybe, but you're my last hope, he wont talk to anybody and I think you might be just the person to change that" I say sincerely.
The room is silent for a little bit, neither of us saying a thing.
"Fine, let's get this over with" She huffs standing up.
"whoa okay, someone's eager" I chuckle following her out the door.
"No, I just want to prove you wrong"
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CLAIRES POV:
"I really don't want to do this" I tell Louis as we pull into the driveway of their house.
"Well it's a little too late now" He says parking the car and turning it off.
As I step out of the car the cold breeze hits my face and instantly makes me cold. Rushing into the house I take off my boots and coat before Louis even makes it inside.
