my angel l.s

chapter #26

2 days later

harry and zayn finally have the plan, it going into action soon.

"okay, you go there and do your stuff, and hopefully he forgives you. if he doesn't... i don't know then. stay positive though!" harry sighs, rolling his eyes.

"i will, anyways i'm going to go. i'll give you updates!" he grabs his bag, leaving the house and getting into his car.

as he drives to louis', his anxiety rises, his lip being bitten the whole time to his house.

what if louis doesn't forgive him?
what if he hates him?
what if-

harry shakes his head, these thoughts won't help him at all. all it will do will be negative, which will make him mess up the whole plan.

he decides to turn on the music, groaning and rolling his eyes when he hears a popular rap song being on currently.

switching it to another station, he continues driving, trying to keep his thoughts positive. 

soon he pulls up to the familiar house (after getting through security), parking on the side of it. he grabs his bag, taking out his keys, getting out.

he walks up to the house, going to the front door.

"should i knock on it?" he whispers softly, "or i should just go home, hide in my room and accept the fact that louis will never forgive me." he frowns.

he argues with himself, trying to be positive but ending up to be negative.

"whatever, i'm knocking!" he huffs, knocking, then gasps. "shoot."

he wonders whether to act as if this is a ding dong ditch, and just drive off, but something tells him to say.

knocking again after a few, he rings the doorbell.

rolling his eyes after getting no answer, he does it again and again.

"tomlinson, i know you're in here. your car is right there." he pouts, then gets an idea.

louis rolls over, coughing as he finishes another bottle of alcohol.

louis may not seem like this on the outside but on the inside, comments like that really get him upset.

really.

he's been locked up in his house for three days, moping around with the same frown on.

his mind still can't wrap around how harry said that. harry, being an angel in louis' eyes,  doesn't and wouldn't ever seem like he'd say that.

being in his room, he has one bottle of alcohol next to him, and he's just staring at the ceiling, wishing that what happened never did and he could be with harry again.

he isn't drunk though, not like yesterday.

when louis heard a knock on the door, he froze.

is harry here? louis wondered, biting his lip. he hopes he is, wanting this fight to be over with..but on the other hand, he doesn't. he just can't talk to him about the whole situation.

when he hears another knock, he wants to get up, but he isn't sure of it.

hearing a few doorbell rings, he just stays in the same place, sighing.