Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Twenty-Three

One knock - has Harry curious.

The second knock - has Harry biting his lip.

The third knock - Harry just knows.

The pounding on his front door was much too loud to be a simple delivery person - no this could barely be described as knocking, punching is a better descriptor for the noise. Oh, and Harry is praying it isn't Liam, praying with his entire being.

But he just knows, luck isn't on his side... he doesn't deserve luck. So, with a gulp, he turns wiping his hands on his post-work slacks to open the door. He is both pleasantly surprised, and extremely worried by who is behind the door.

Lottie Tomlinson?

"Lottie?" Harry stutters out her name, because why would Louis' fourteen-year-old sister be outside his door, alone.

And oh god, he could have predicted a scolding, perhaps even her demanding an explanation but there was no way he could have predicted what happened next.

She kicked him – where no man should be kicked... hard.

"Dickhead, Lou is heartbroken because of you and that dick of yours. Sick creep, is this a fetish of yours? Taking boys virginities and then leaving them? You're disgusting Harry how could you do that to Louis! You know him, you know us! We accepted you into our family."

Harry who was still holding his crutch on the floor, looked up at Lottie... because what the fuck just happened? He just got beat up by a fourteen-year-old girl.

"Lottie, fuck it's not like that." He swore as his dick throbbed in his palm through his slacks.

"Yeah? Then what is it like?" Lottie countered, head held high as Harry stood up.

The curly man sighed, because... even the real reason was no excuse. He left Louis because of his own selfish needs. Because he was overthinking their relationship, because he was worried. He didn't give a second thought to his boyfriend....

He left.

"It doesn't matter." Harry murmured. As he turned to leave, but somehow, Lottie noticed his despair, and stopped the door with her foot, grabbing the curly haired man's arm.

"Harry... You might be a dick... but Louis still needs you. He thinks you used him, never loved him. Any reason you might have for leaving, is still better than what is running through his head – just... come back with me, you two can talk about it?"

Harry sighed, "Darcy... she is.... I can't."

Lottie just rolled her eyes.

"I honestly thought you would jump at that opportunity. Bye Harry."

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When Darcy goes to sleep that night, Harry has a chance to reflect on his encounter with Lottie. How much she is right, it must have seemed like he didn't care... he could have easily asked his mum, or his neighbour to watch Darcy... fuck he could have asked Lottie.

But he didn't he just gave up. But it wasn't Louis he gave up on, it was himself. He was punishing himself.

Harry frowned, looking down at his phone, he would usually have an adorable message from Louis at this time, wishing Harry a good night sleep with too many emoji's that were totally irrelevant.

He missed that.

But with that thought, he realised he never once tried calling or texting Louis – so Harry does the first thing that comes to mind, and yeah... maybe he sounds a bit cocky.

'Hi. How are you? Your good? That's good, I'm good to. Great, informalities out of the way... Wanna go on a date 🤓?'

He receives a response in under a minute.

'No 😾'

He reads over his previous text once more, and literally face palms – because what the fuck was he thinking?

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I've seen plenty of if 1d was siri youtube videos.

Should I make a if larry was siri vid? ;)

https://www.youtube.com/larryislouisxharry