Something else // L.S

Chapter 7

Louis’ POV

“What happened to your room?” I ask Harry. It was completely trashed. There was even broken class on the floor.

“Got angry..” He replies. What the fuck. Even if I was angry I wouldn’t do this, what a freak.

“Why?” I ask.

“Anxiety attack..” He answered. Wait, what? He has anxiety?

“Why do you have them?” I asked. I was probably asking too many questions but I really wanted to know.

“Because of people like you” He replied. When he said that it felt as if someone had stabbed my in the chest. He just insulted me yet I don’t feel angry about it. I just stared at the floor, not knowing what to reply.

He suddenly made his way into his walk in wardrobe while I made my way over to his bed, sitting myself down.

I put my face in my hands.

Did I really make harry feel that way? Did he really have anxiety because of me? Why do I care so much about what he said? The next thing I knew I was sobbing. I shouldn’t care what he thinks, but I do..

I didn’t notice harry was back in the room until he sat down beside me.

“A-are you okay?” He asks me in a raspy voice.

“Does it look like I’m okay!?” I snap at him, not meaning him, force of habit.

“S-sorry..” He apologises. I shouldn’t feel bad but I do.

“You don’t need to apologise harry..” I reply. I was being completely honest. And instead of telling him to leave me alone like i did earlier today, I’m actually going to talk to him.

“I d-don’t?” He questions with a puzzled face. Which looked quite cute. What the fuck Louis?

“No, I should be the one saying sorry”

“w-what?” He replies in shock. I’d be shocked too. I’m not even sure why I’m apologising.

“For god sakes I’m saying sorry harry!” I yell. Maybe that was abit too harsh.

“w-what for?” He asks.

“For bullying you, I really am sorry, I dont know why i treat you the way i do, I guess im having troubles of my own and i needed someone to take it out on..” I say. It felt alot better apoligising to Harry. To be honest he didn’t deserve it. He’s dont anything wrong towards me.

I began crying again. Wow this boy made me emotional.

He didn’t reply until I felt two arms wrapped around me. Was he hugging me? Why wasn’t I pulling away? Why did I like the feeling of being in his arms? What is going on with me.

“Uh...Harry?”

“Shit...uh sorry...” He replies.

“You don’t need to say sorry” I laugh.

“Ok...so what does this mean? Like at school..” He says without stuttering.

Crap. Sure I could be nice to him outside of school, when it was just us two. But at school i couldn’t. Zayn and my friends wouldn’t like it and neither would my school. Everyone at my school doesn’t like Harry, so I would have to act like I don’t.

“I think you know the answer to that harry...” I reply, regretting it.

He just sighed. I kind of felt bad.

This was weird though. Earlier today I was bullying him, now I was apologising. I wonder what would’ve happened if we were never partnered in this assignment. SHIT. The assignment, that’s what we should be doing.