Lies shall Die. L./S.

Two

The next day Harry woke up with his head hanging off the bed. He opened his eyes and noticed Louis was gone.
"Louis!?" Harry jumped out of bed and grabbed the robe.
Harry ran downstairs and noticed louis cooking breakfast.
"Hey babe! Last night was epic!" Harry wrapped his arms around Louis waist.
Niall was sitting on the couch playing flappy bird.
"Shhhh... Harry" Louis whispered. "Niall's here." Louis smiled.
"SHIT!" Niall shouted and threw his phone on the other side of the couch.
Harry took his hands off Louis.
"Oh hey Harry." Niall smiled and waved.
"Whatcha playing?" Harry skipped over to him.
"Nothing now. Damn flappy bird beat me again!" Niall shouted.
"Awe, it's okay, Niall." Harry sat next to him. "What's your high score?"
"Turdy seven." Niall rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He plopped his back down on the back rest of the couch. Harry did as well.
"It's okay Niall. It's just a game." Harry said putting his arm around Niall.
"But it's not! Everyone else has over 50 and I'm not!" Niall complained.
"You'll get it eventually." Harry said playing with Niall's hair trying to calm him down.
"But Harry!!" Niall said.
"Shhhhh..... Take a deep breath and close your eyes." Harry said.
Louis looked over very jealous. "Breakfast is ready!" He said breaking the thing between Niall and Harry. Louis tossed some bacon and pancakes with scrambled eggs on a plate.
Niall sat across from Louis and Harry. They ate there breakfast.
Louis looked down at what Harry was wearing.
"Your still not dressed, lad?" Louis asked.
"Naw, mate. It's to early." Harry said.
"It's 9:23." Louis stated.
"I know what time it is." Harry stood up and put his dirty dishes in the dishwasher and ran upstairs. He walked in his room and noticed the towels on the bed. He smirked and walked over to them. He picked them up and tossed then in the dirty basket. He dropped his robe to the ground and walked over to the dresser. He pulled out some boxers, a white t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. He put his boxers on, slipped his shirt on, and wiggled into his jeans. He ran down the stairs and noticed Niall was gone.
"Where is Niall?" Harry asked.
"He had to go." Louis stated. "Speaking of having to go, goodbye hazz!"
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to spend the day with El." Louis said sliding his shoes on.
"Oh." Harry looked sad.
"Yeah, I hate it." Louis said in his sweet British accent.
"Okay,you two have fun." Harry said shoving Louis out the door.
"What's the hurry?" Louis asked.
"Just..... Wouldn't wanna be late, mate. Love ya!" Harry said opening the door.
Louis stepped out. "Love ya more, lad."
Harry slammed the door and ran upstairs to there room. He jumped on the bed and cried his heart out. He pulled a blade out of the night stand next to him and held it by his wrist. He cut himself and started bleeding. He threw the blade at the door and looked at his wrist.
"I hate life! I hate management! I hate everything!" Harry shouted in his pillow. "I just want Lou!"