Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 12

-CHAPTER TWELVE: CONJUNCTURE-

"I said, 'I love you'."

Maybe it was too late now but it didn't matter anymore. It just annoyed him that he had wasted all that time being melodramatic when he could've just followed his gut. Did he seriously think that anything good would come out of him sulking and going with the tide? How could he forget who he was and how he did things?

He was Harry Styles, for God's sake! He's going to live his life according to his will this time. He's been giving everything up to avoid conflict but this time it was just one time too many.

He's just sorry he'd only realized that now. If he'd understood it earlier—well, there's no point in thinking about it since past is past.

Right now, he just had to figure out where he hid his darned shoes. And it was really irritating that of all the times he had to lose them, it had to be now.

Does destiny hate him that much? Could it be, perhaps, that destiny was one of those girls he'd flirted with in the past?

He crouched down and searched the bottom of the hotel bed—only to realize that he didn't have a light on.

So he attempted to stand up and, after bumping his head on the bed so hard he saw stars, he moved to the cabinet and searched there.

"Why am I looking for shoes when I haven't even fixed my stuff yet?" he asked himself. "Aaargh! Why am I such a scatterbrain?"

In complete surrender, Harry sat on the floor and breathed in deeply.

"So am I just supposed to give up? The train leaves at exactly 2 am."

He looked at the wall clock which hung above the door: it was exactly 2 am and he had just missed the last trip for that day. Perhaps he should take the train back in the morning? Or should he just finish his remaining days in the resort?

Either way, Louis and Shira would've spent time together and that would be the end of him.

He just ruffled his hair gently. With a loud thud, Harry lay his weight on the carpeted floor and closed his eyes.

"So what now, huh?" he said aloud, as if challenging whoever was playing with him. "Is this how things are supposed to be? Am I just supposed to laze here and do nothing? Come on! Give me something!"

Tok! Tok! Tok!

Almost immediately, knocking sounds could be heard from the door. Harry called to whoever was outside that the door was open and that he could come in.

"Room service." A female's voice said shyly.

Harry stood up and went out of the room to leave the young woman to do the cleaning (which was really needed since he messed the room up).

Harry found himself walking out of the hotel. As if his feet had minds of their own, he walked involuntarily to wherever they would take him. It felt weird that he wasn't aware that he was walking; he felt as if he was being pushed or controlled.

Weird, yes, but at the same time, amusing.

What amused him more was that he didn't fall or stumble but instead he was walking smoothly, as if the path he was taking didn't have any roadblocks or anything. It was very curious indeed that it was happening then. So he continued to walk while he closed his eyes, feeling very cold, only remembering then that he had no shirt or shoes on.

Harry relaxed himself and emptied his mind of foreign thoughts: this seemed to help him get over whatever he was feeling a while ago. Enjoying the tickling sensation of the sand against his bare feet, the cold wind on his body and the calming sound of the waves, Harry Styles had fallen in a sort of trance—the relaxing and non-dangerous one.