I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter forty-three

A/N GETTING SOME WHERE XOXO

Harry sits under the tree at lunch time, waiting for Louis to take his usual spot across from him, the spot that never gets occupied by any one else that day. He was expecting Louis to not show up, but when Harry forces himself out of bed the next day and doesn't see the familiar car in it's usual spot or hear anything about Louis from the other boys, he figures Louis didn't show that day either, and maybe he's a little disapointed but honestly, what else was he expecting? He spends Saturday with Zayn, the whole time only being able to think about how much Louis hates him and what he would say if he found out, snarky remarks Louis would be making every time Zayn spoke about art or music that would just make Harry laugh. And as he tries to fall asleep Saturday night, he regrets for the first time every thing he had said to Louis the last time they spoke, thinks maybe something terrible could have happened to him and it's not that he is choosing not to come to school but maybe he just physically can't. He starts to think that maybe meeting Louis in the first place was a complete accident and maybe they would both just be all bunch of crazy happy right now if it had never of happened. But then he thinks of how wrong that is because really, Louis saved him from himself and maybe if Louis and Harry had never met, had never become louisandharry Harry wouldn't be happy when he was, and Harry wouldn't have the opportunity to move on with his thoughts, and be able to see a future for the first time in a long time. While Harry thinks about all this, sending Louis a text that he knows is a bad idea, but tells him he loves him, and falls asleep quickly afterwards.

Louis goes three days straight holed up in his room, it's hit Sunday and he's considering going outside and playing with his sisters or answering his phone, or having a shower. But as he pushes himself to sit up, the only thought in his head is the fact that he won't be outside with Harry, and the messages on his phone won't be from him or Harry won't be in the shower with him, so as he finally pushes himself up, leaning back on one arm to keep himself propped up, running the other through his too greasy hair, he lets out a quiet sob, loud enough to keep him happy with his self pity, quiet enough for no one else to hear him. He knows he has to go to school tomorrow, so as he makes his way into his bathroom, locking the door behind him from habit, turning the water to Harry's usual temperature and stripping naked to get under the water stream, he makes the decision that after the shower he'll go back to bed and cry until tomorrow morning. Really, he deserves one more day of self loathing.

Niall and Liam listen to Harry cry on Sunday. Clock just after three pm and Niall is livid, ready to drive to Louis' house and drag him out, bring him here and force them to have sex as he had said to Liam. Liam just laughs, running his hand through Niall's hair as they sit side by side against Niall's head board, inching as close to the wall as they can to hear Harry. 'Maybe I could go talk to him?' Liam had suggested, Niall shook his head furiously, eyebrows furrowed.

'What makes you think you'd be better then me?' Liam smiled at him, reaching up to pinch Niall's bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger.

'You're not bad to talk to, you just don't always have the right words to say' Niall was offended for a minute, considered the words Liam had said then found himself nodding along. 'Good boy, you stay here' Niall slapped his bum as Liam stood up to walk out, laughing as he did. 'Harry?' Liam knocked softly, listening to the sobbing subside to sniffling.

'Busy at the moment, can you come back?'

'Harry it's just Liam, let me come in please' Harry sighed loudly, rolling over in bed and sitting himself up.

'Come in' Liam entered quietly, smiling softly at him and taking a seat at the end of the bed.

'Baby Hazz, want to tell me what happened?' Harry cringed at the nickname, letting out a shaky breath before laughing.