Midnights.

Chapter 78 - The long birthday message tragedy.

CHAPTER 78

"Liam?" Harry calls.

Liam spontaneously looks up and approaches Harry, it's just that nothing bad had happened. Damn it, does he forget that he was just 'fighting' with Harry? He will just bring the worst out of this.

"What's up bro?" Asks Liam, friendly tone hovering his words. Harry's confused expression has really killed me. Of course Harry must be feeling so damn confused of Liam's illogical drastic change, oh shit.

"Erh.. I would like to give you a treat? Sorry for last night.." Harry looks sorry.

As a response Lkam solely laughs and pats Harry's shoulder, "A treat? Of course I'd love to! Give me a moment."

I only watch as Harry looks confused, but forces himself to laugh and nod. Does he really dislike me by now? It's not that I'm not here, but.. He doesn't greet me at all. Or probably he's only focused to Liam? Damn brain, just think positively..

Liam closes the door and goes towards his suitcase. I quickly walk to him and whisper, "Do you know what you are currently doing, Liam?"

"I know," He calmly answers.

"What? You were just 'fighting' with him and now you're acting like you two are good?"

Liam takes his outfits and looks at me. "Louis, my brother," He taps my shoulder. "It wasn't me wanting to fight with Harry, it was you. And I can't help acting like that for a little while more."

The state of him somehow 'blaming'me makes myself feel like a jerk. He is right- it wasn't him wanting to fight with Harry, it was me. And this all is happening because I just want to fucking swallow my own untreatable ego! The worst thing about my stupidity is that this shit will lead into a tremendous problem.

"Well Liam, I'm sorry." I sigh. "What to do now?"

Liam shrugs, but kinda smiles afterwards. "I'll do what I have to do."

"How? And, what?" I worriedly ask.

"Keep your cool, Tommo. I'm running out of time, and I don't want Harry to wait a bit longer. He must be feeling guilty or thinking that I'm mad at him, although I'm not."

Liam changes and I can only go and sit on the bed. I grab my phone, only to find it beeping for times. Text-messages. Where do they come from? Eleanor, obviously. It's insane how I'm actually disappointed that the text-messages are from her. Deep down in my heart I really wish it's Luna text-messaging me. Not that I love Luna more than I love Luna more than I love my girlfriend, it's just I miss the way Luna talkatively messaged me.

"Louis, how about dinner tonight?"

"I shall go back to UK soon, I'll join you in touring in about another 3 weeks."

".. Alright. I hope you'll call me soon, or at least a reply. Have a nice day. Love you xx"

I immediately ignore the messages- literally solely read them. I have no mood to reply her, at least not for now. I can always call her later, and I bet she's still having fun with her mates. Instead of replying her, I open my phone's memo and let all of the memories come in.

"Louis, happy 16th birthday. Thanks for being literally.. Well, my best guy friend ever. Thanks for being there whenever I needed you. Thanks for patiently reading my awfully long, useless messages- I'm sorry for those messages, I know they did bother you so much :( I hope you understand that I have no one to share stories with. Everybody hates me, as you know. Thanks for purely being my friend, thanks for not being ashamed of.. Having a friend, a teenage dirtbag like me. I'll never know how I will do without you. Thankyou for trusting me, and accepting being trusted by me. Once again I'm sorry for the state of me being too talkative, sorry for wasting your time just to hear me pouring my heart. I really hope you will always remain my good friend. Wish you all the best, may God bless you always.