Friends. // l.s.

Chapter 7 - "Meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Toilet."

Louis' POV

"Louis?"

Ugh. I buried my head in my hands. What was he doing here? I needed space, I needed silence, not him, or any human company for that matter. But especially not his. I was determined to ignore him. Hopefully, he would get the message and leave me the fuck alone. I didn't want him to witness me in my weakest state, he would just run around and tell. That was him.

It was silent for a few seconds and I assumed he had left finally, until I heard footsteps approach my bed. Turn around, turn around, I thought to myself as the steps got louder. I felt the mattress dip down beside me. Couldn't that guy take a fucking hint?

I was facing the other direction and I wasn't willing to react to him in any way, he could sit there for an eternity and I wouldn't react. Many minutes seemed to pass. Harry sighed annoyed. Leave, just leave.

I penetrated his plan, though. He came here to make fun of me, to get some kind of reaction out of me. Who knows, maybe he even wanted to record everything like his friends had suggested at the party? He wanted to exploit my weakness, it was obvious I had been crying since my breathing was still ragged and my shoulders were shaking slightly. I could look straight through the boy.

"I know you think I probably want to embarass you, but, believe me or not, I don't. I know, I can be an ass at times, most of the time, but so can you. Whatever... I actually want to talk to you," and then after a pause he added, "for real." to prove that he truly meant it, for real. As if I would believe him, with all our history, after all he'd done to me.

"I wouldn't trust you, either. I get that you don't want to talk right now, but I can wait. I will wait," Harry tried to convince me to talk to him, to do something. I was certain, I would regret doing what he wanted me to do in the future, even though I really needed somebody right now, I wanted to be alone at the same time.

"Could you give me an approximate amount of time that you will need until you bother answering me? You know, so I can get myself comfortable in case you plan on dwelling here all day. Could you hand me some pj's then, because my clothes are kinda dirty and I appreciate clean clothing while sleeping, if it takes that long. On top of th-"

"Fine," I snapped. I wanted him to shut up. He was immensely annoying. I inhaled deeply and brought up the courage to finally reveal my tear stained face. I sat up next to Harry, creating more space between our bodies because he was definitely too close to me.

"What's your problem?" I snarled. Harry's facial expression softened at my appearence. My eyes were surely bloodshot and swollen. What an idiot, I knew he would make fun of me and I was already bracing myself for his mocking comments.

"Can't you leave me the fuck alone? Don't you think you've done enough, Harry? Yeah, I fucking cried, you don't have to mock me, I feel pathetic enough," I said before Harry had the chance to open his mouth. My words hurt him, I saw it in his face and he swallowed thickly before he replied.

"Listen, I want to tell you that I am honestly sorry," Harry explained meekly, but I wasn't falling for his faked apology.

"Sorry for what, you twat? That you slept in my bed? That you've contaminated it with your disgustingness, which by the way, you're doing again?" I snorted, trying to change the subject. I didn't want him to bring up my mother. Ignoring my weak attempt to keep him from doing so, Harry spoke, "I freaking know you hate me, believe me, but I do feel guilty. Louis, your mum-"

"Shut up, Harry!"

"But-"

"Drop. It," I threatened lowly. "I get that you feel guilty and need to pretend you're sorry although you're really not. Fine, but keep my mum out of this." I pushed Harry off my bed and he fell on the floor. As the back of his head hit the ground concern coursed through me that tried I supressed.