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21 - Apologies

Harry blinks a few times, groggy with sleep. Then, he furrows his eyebrows and rubs his forehead, groaning. Suddenly, his eyes pop open and he looks frantically at Louis. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Lou!" Harry cries out.

"Don't call me that." Louis says, solemnly. 

"I'm sorry, Louis." Harry repeats.

"It's it kind of weird, the day after we come out, we break up?" Louis says, off topic (not really). 

"Louis! No, I—Seriously, I thought she was you, my god! I'm so sorry, I was so—so drunk and—I don't know how but Cat—I thought you were Catalina... Wait, no I thought she was you! I just—I'm sorry, baby." Harry says, looking at Louis with pleading eyes. 

"Sorry doesn't cut it. Harry, you cheated on me!" Louis barks, and Zayn takes it as his cue to leave the room. 

"But, I swear to god, I thought she was you!" 

"I don't know, Harry." Louis sighs. "I need to get out of here." 

"Out?"

"Out." Louis says as he clutches his icepack to his head and walks into the forest that surrounds the lake. 

After walking in solitude for a minute or two, he sees Catalina, passed out on the ground. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, to make sure what he sees is real. It is. 

As much as Louis despises this girl in front of him, he knows he can't leave her there. So, he takes a hold of her arms and shakes her awake. She opens her eyes slowly, and when they are all the way open, she yawns. 

"Where am I?" She asks as she stretches her arms over her head. "And, god, what is that smell?" She wrinkles her nose. 

"You got drunk last night and made out with my—also drunk—boyfriend." Louis says, deadbeat. "And, I'm guessing you threw up." 

"Oh boy, I'm really sorry. Like, I never know when to stop drinking. I blackout and can't even process thoughts. I seriously don't remember a thing last night after telling you guys about finding my mom." She shakes her head, looking down. "Don't break up with Harry because of me, don't. I don't want to be the cause of two people, who are obviously in love, splitting."

"He cheated on me. Just because it was with you doesn't mean I can forgive him!" Louis says, dropping onto the ground next to Catalina. 

"I know he cheated on you, but he was drunk. Ever heard of second chances? Give him one." She demands. "Oh, and could I use that icepack for a second? My head is killing me."

"Yeah, sure." He hands her the icepack. "But, if someone cheated on you, wouldn't you be mad?" Louis asks. 

"Not if they were as drunk as Harry apparently was." Catalina replies. "But, did you hear anything from Zayn? I really do like him, and I don't like a lot of people. Actually, I hate more people than I can tolerate." she pauses, sighing. "Anyway, I am pretty sure he won't want to see me anymore, after this, but if you could possibly talk to him about it? That'd be really great."

"Sure, I'll try. But, I'm not going to lie, Zayn's stubborn. Don't be too surprised if he doesn't want to forgive you." Louis pauses. "So, let's go back, then?" 

"Uh, sure." Catalina says, standing up. She sits right back down after she stands. "Holy shit, am I dizzy."

Louis doesn't say anything, he just offers her a hand. Once she's up, she leans on Louis' shoulder. She's actually taller than Louis, so it's kinda awkward (not that it wouldn't be awkward anyway).

When they get back to the hotels, they walk up to the door to hear Zayn and Harry talking. They both hesitate, looking at each other before pressing their ears up to the door.

"You need to forgive her! You really like her, I don't want you to break up with her for something she can't even remember!" Harry says. Catalina blinks a bit, scrunching her eyebrows together. 

"We aren't even dating, Harry." Zayn says. Then, he says something too quiet for either of the eavesdroppers to hear. 

"I'm going to look for them." Harry says, the sound getting louder as he gets closer to the door. Louis' eyes widen, and he freezes in place. Catalina makes a move and opens the door before Harry does. 

As Louis and Catalina enter, tension in the air is thick. Catalina avoids matching the gaze of Zayn; Louis doing the same for Harry, who is obviously staring at Louis. 

"Louis, we need to talk." Harry says from across the room.

"I don't want to talk." Louis replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Let's go." Harry says as if he's a mother, scolding her child. Harry's really the one at fault, however. 

The boys go outside, and Harry gets in the rental car. 

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Louis states. He knows he's being stubborn, but doesn't he have a good reason to be?

"Yes, you are. Get in."

"Harold, you can't tell me what to do." Louis replies. "You aren't making this any better. Where's the boy that I fell in love with? The one that tickled me in the morning and said he would defend me from some crazy old guy? The one that sang Justin Bieber with me and was so oblivious and innocent? Where's that guy, Harry? Because, I don't think he's here. The only person I see here is someone too angry at himself to consider that maybe I will talk to you about it tomorrow?" Louis rants, getting more and more angry as he goes on. 

"Lou.." Harry calls out weakly as Louis walks away. He has done that far too much. But, he knows he needs to let Louis calm down. Harry himself also needs time to comprehend what Louis had just said. Harry is still the same person, he thinks. Just because he's being assertive once, Louis gets to tell him he's changed? 

Harry rests his head on the steering wheel, too lazy to get up out of the car. When he finally does, he walks in on Zayn and Catalina making out. Oh. He walks straight back out of the room and goes back into the car, because he can't think of a better place to go.

Harry wishes it was that easy for Louis. Maybe they could just kiss and make up? No, Louis doesn't work like that.

Thinking like this makes Harry ache for Louis' touch, for his lips, for his soft skin to be pressed against Harry's own. He aches to hear Louis' little, soft moans and whimpers. 

He swipes sexual thoughts out of his mind; they will only make it worse. Harry pulls out his cell phone, to get his mind off the possible losing of who Harry thinks is his soulmate. 

"Hey." Niall answers on the second ring after Harry calls him.

"Hi, Ni." Harry replies.

"What's up?" Niall asks. 

"Uhh, not much. 'M sitting in a car. It's not moving. You?"

"Just finished dinner." Niall pauses. "Now, it's not that I don't want to talk to you, but why'd you call?"

"I just—well, it's nothing." Harry says. "No, I take that back. Louis and I got into a fight. It's everything."

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Niall sighs. 

"I'm going to let you go. I don't really know why I called. Okay, bye, Ni."

"Bye, Harry. Good luck, with Louis, I guess."

"Thanks." Harry hangs up and tosses his head back against the seat of the car. He closes his eyes, and focuses on the headache he has. Why the hell did they think getting drunk was a good idea? Harry would do anything to take it back. 

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i was wondering, would you guys like more frequent updates that are, like, 1000-1300 words or so each or less frequent updates that are like 2000+ words?

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