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11th Grade (Junior) -Part Three

Harry's POV

"How ya feelin' mate?" Niall winced as I rubbed my forehead, regretting drinking after the massive hangover I was experiencing.

"I'm not your 'mate'," I glared at the blonde boy walking beside me.

"Why is that?"

I turned my head to look at him, and he looked genuinely curious and hurt. Remembering the cheering that went on during Zayn and Louis' little moment caused the guilt to fade away just as quickly as it came.

"Because what happened last night wasn't fun and you didn't bother to help me. The only person who cared about me enough to take me home was Louis."

His name caused my heart to race and my stomach to churn because I currently didn't know where we stood. I hadn't seen him since last night, and he wasn't on the bus. So I was waiting to see him in class and talk about what happened.

All I could remember was being incredibly hurt, but past that was just a blur.

"Harry?" I whipped around, careful to avoid hitting Niall. My breath hitched as I came face to face with the ocean eyed boy I loved.

"Louis," I breathed, before backing up a bit. "Louis," I repeated, my voice flat as I suddenly remembered how him and Zayn "did things" in the bathroom at the party.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, not moving as kids in the hallway brushed past us.

"Harry, we need to talk." Louis grabbed my hand and glared at Niall, who took the signal and scurried away.

"I don't wanna talk to you," I frowned, yanking my hand away from his. His face dropped and he clutched his hand to his tummy.

"Oh," he said, looking at me through his thick lashes that still made my heart flutter. I felt part of my defenses fall when he opened up his arms with a wobbly lip.

"Please?" Was all he needed to whisper for me to return his hug, burying my face in his neck and feeling a few tears slip down my cheeks.

We couldn't do this. If being in a relationship with Louis meant tears and fights and hurting so bad that I even resorted to drinking...

I didn't want it.

"Louis, actually, I might need to tell you something," I mumbled into his shoulder, and he pulled back slowly.

"Yeah?" he gave me a weak smile, and I was forever grateful for the fact that my best friend always tried to cheer me up.

"I think we need to stay best friends. It was better that way." I think.

"W-what?" Louis' voice was shaky and he took a step back, blinking rapidly and I couldn't help but notice the shining wetness in his eyes.

"We shouldn't be together, Louis, I'm-"

"Okay. It's fine. We're just best friends!" Louis interrupted, holding up his trembling hands in surrender, and my heart broke.

I was about to respond when he stalked off, leaving me standing there in the empty hallway as my stomach churned with regret.

***

"Where's Louis?" Liam asked while chewing on his french fry. I shrugged, not looking up from my food. Just the mention of his name caused a flood of emotions to wash over me, and it took all of my self control not to burst into tears. I couldn't eat because the knot in my chest and the lump in my throat.

"Well, that means I can actually talk to you," he mumbled, before speaking again. "How's life Harry?"

"Awful!"I blurted, ignoring the curious glances from my classmates sitting on tables near mine. All I could think about was the thought I was trying to block from occuring in my mind.It was just simply Louis.