One Of Her Students.

Chapter Twelve

A few more days passed until Louis decided to go to Niall’s house to see what was wrong with Harry - why he was ignoring every call and text that he had sent him. Sure, he had done that to the boy not so long ago, but he thought that was done with. That they were okay.. but they obviously weren’t okay. They were anything but okay. When he got there, Niall told him that Harry was in the shower and he should leave. So Louis didn’t argue. He left - he knew that if Harry wanted to talk, he’d know where to find him. It took everything in him to just let Harry come to him. And not the other way around.

But more days passed and he heard nothing. Every time the phone rang, it hurt even worse. He frowned at the thought that this must have been how Harry had felt when he ignored Harry’s calls. But he guessed that Karma was a bitch.

When it was a week passed since the last time that he heard from Harry, he decided he needed to get away from things - everything basically. So he went to visit his family, who he hadn’t seen in quite a while. He missed them honestly and he felt like it was a good chance to go. He hoped that he could talk to his mum about things, he used to tell her everything when he lived with them still. But he was scared, his mum adored Eleanor. What would she say if he told her, ‘oh mum, I think I might be gay for one of Eleanor’s students.’ But he trusted his mum to not judge and hopefully accept him. If anything, he was more nervous about his dad accepting him. He was positive that his sisters would be okay with it. Hopefully. They loved Eleanor too. It seemed as if everyone loved her - except for Louis these days. 

So he told Eleanor he was going to visit his family and he wasn’t sure when he would be back. Eleanor didn’t even protest, she just let him go without anything to say really. So he went.

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"Louis called again when you were in the shower." Niall said, tossing Harry’s phone over to him. This had been the fifteenth time in total that Louis had called him since he left the car that night. He called about twice a day - once in the morning and once before he fell asleep. Of course he would ignore both of the calls because  he just wasn’t ready to talk yet.

He had gone to school three days this week, only three days though. He couldn’t stand watching Eleanor at the front of the class - her glares eating into him. A few times she would call him back and ask him if he had talked to Louis. Honestly, she wasn’t even trying to be mean about it. She was just curious, but he didn’t care. He was done with trying to please Eleanor.

Harry sighed, grabbing the phone and looking at it. He saw that Louis had left a voice mail for him. Her nervously clicked it and pressed the phone against his ear, curious to what he had to say. Out of the fifteen times he had called, this was the second voice mail that was left.

There was a deep sigh before words were spoken into the speaker of the phone, “Hey… Listen, I’m going away to visit my family for a few days… so If you decide that you want to talk, just call me..” There was a long pause, "I miss you a lot Harry. So please just call me." Louis’s voice crackled as he breathed into the phone before the voice mail ended.

"I don’t get why you just won’t talk to him." Niall said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

"Because.. I just can’t yet.." He answered, slowly moving the phone away from his ear. His heart was racing, but he shook ignored it. It took everything in him to not call Louis back. It seemed as if his phone was screaming in his hand. He ignored it, almost throwing the thing.

"Why not..?" Niall asked.

"Because Niall.. I just, I don’t like feeling like I’m coming between him and Eleanor. They’re happy, I’m just a distraction. It’s done, okay? Just drop it." Harry rolled his eyes.