College Boy [h.s]

Nine.

"Hey," I greeted after Louis opened his door to me. I gave him a quick hug before looking around his empty room. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you."

"No it's fine, really. He was literally just about to leave anyways when you called. What's up? You didn't sound so good on the phone." He mentioned and I sighed.

"I ran into Zayn today."

"Oh shit, how'd that go? Not good I'm assuming." He chuckled, bending down to his mini fridge. "Water?"

"No thanks, and yeah, I'm just not in a good place right now I guess." I spoke, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"How so?" He asked, slinking down into his chair and crossing his arms.

"I just got a lot weighing on me. I know I'm generally a very happy and fun person but I have depression that can come and go pretty frequently."

"Aw, what's wrong. Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, as I started to cry uncontrollably.

Everything in my life was just causing me to break down. Harry's past he told me about, my Grandmothers mental illness, how much Zayn had hurt me, how fucking much I missed my mom and wanted her to be the one I went to with all my problems. But she was gone and I felt so alone.

"It's okay." I heard him say as he sat down beside me and just rubbed my back without speaking.

I couldn't stop crying, and I didn't want to. "I just wanna die." I choked, struggling to breathe as I cried and cried and cried.

"Just breathe you're gonna hurt yourself crying like this." He coaxed, continuing to rub my back.

After a few minutes of crying and struggling to breathe, I finally calmed down a bit, turning to give Louis another hug.

"It's okay. Trust me, it gets better." He whispered, kissing my cheek gently and wiping away some of my tears. "Tea, what happened?"

"First it was Harry, he told me some deep shit and that's been going through my mind. Then I ran into Zayn and that brought up more shit. Then I just started thinking, about everything and I-" I began but it was so difficult to choke out these last few words. "I miss my mom."

"I'm sorry," he said, giving me a sad smile.

"I don't want to bother you with any of this, but it's just that I don't have anyone else to go to, I really don't. I can't go to Harry with this, he's not emotionally stable enough. You know how he is, he would take things really personal, ya know? He'd think if I was sad that it was something he did wrong. I can't put this on him," I explained.

"You're not bothering me. I'd like to think we're friends and can tell each other stuff." He smirked, hugging me closer to his side.

"I'm really sorry about what happened earlier by the way. I hate being a cock block." I laughed lightly, wiping at my eyes.

"Eh you're fine, I don't think Shawn and I are gonna work out anyway," he said with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Aw, why?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"I feel kinda bad but I'm just not that interested in him. Don't get me wrong he's nice and attractive and everything and I probably should like him. I mean I do but-"