Long Live Us

Chapter Twelve

(Louis POV)

I had stayed the night over at Harry's, trying to get him better, but he was just really sick. I had to get back to school though, even if that meant know Hazza.

He was obviously gonna take more than a week to get better, but I still had hope he'd get back to his feet In a couple days.

I drove to Starbucks early Morning before school started. I had a little time, so I thought if just drink it In there, scroll through newsfeed, yanno.

As I ordered my coffee, I looked around for a seat.

My eyes bulged.

"WHAT THE FUCK, ELEANOR?!" I yelled to the whole restaurant.

There was my girlfriend.

Sucking facing with none other than Nick.

She stood up, reluctantly.

"Lou, I-" she stuttered.

I was furious.

"How could you do this to me?" I cried quietly to myself.

"Baby, let me exp-"

"DON'T 'BABY' ME, ELEANOR! WE'RE THROUGH!" I screamed, throwing my coffee on the ground.

"Oh Lou, but it was already over a long time ago..." she hissed at me and stormed out the door.

Of course I chased after her.

She was in her car, but I stopped her from shutting her door.

"What the hell is that supposed to me Eleanor? Did you even like me in the first place?" I sobbed.

"Ask. Harry." She hissed through her teeth.

She slammed her door and sped off in her car.

I couldn't do this right now. Everything sucks right now, and I just wanna be happy.

I got in my car and sped home.

My mum was at work and sisters at school, so I luckily didn't have to worry about an earful of why I "ditched".

I crawled in my bed hugging my pillow right to my chest, sobbing painfully into it.

"Lou?" I was being shaken awake.

"Louis, get up, Hun."

"Hmmm? I'm awake, I'm awake..." I mumbled, burying my head in the pillow.

"Why'd you come home from school baby? are you ok?" she noticed my salty tears still remaining dried to my cheeks.

"Mum..." I shakily said, voice cracking at the end, resulting to me breaking in tears.

She wasted no time to wrap her arms around her only son and rock me back and forth.

"Mum, sh-she broke it off with me!" I sobbed.

"She was k-kissing N-nick!" I was screaming into her shoulder at this point.

"Honey, you need to calm down. It'll all work out. I promise." She soothed.

I only nodded.

"How bout I make you some tea, hmm?"

Again, I nodded.

She rushed out of the room and I was soon alone again.

I grabbed my phone and dialed the one person who I thought would help me through.

"Hello?" the rough voice answered on the fourth ring.

I snuffled before replying.

"Haz?" my voice cracked at the end as more tears had formed.

"Lou, what's going on? Are you crying?" he worried

"Yeah Haz, can I, can I just come over for a bit?" I pleaded.

"Sure Lou, yeah come around. I'm just in my room."

"Well yeah, because you're still being a lazy fart, right?" I tried to joke through my misery.

"There's my Louis. I'm gonna hang up because I gotta go take my meds, but the front doors open. Love you, Lou.

"Love you, too, mate."

"Mum I'm going to Harry's for a bit. I'll be back in an hour or so." And with that, I drove to Harry's house.

I let myself in and up to his room.

He was lying on his back, his pale skin and damp hair signaling he's still not well.

"Hey Lou, come tell ol' papa what's wrong." he chuckled to himself as he opened his arms for a cuddle.

"As long as you never call yourself 'ol papa' again" I laughed.

"So..." he was trying go get me to tell my story.

My breath hitched as I started letting the words flow.

"I... I went to Starbucks this morning..." I paused as a few tears came lose.

"Keep going, mate." Harry encouraged.

"El... she was k-kissing... she was kissing Nick!" I sobbed into his shoulder.

"What the fuck?" he yelled. Well, he tried, but his voice sounding like a dying cat.

"I just wanna be happy, Hazza. Why won't God let me be happy" I cried.

"Lou, look at me." He pulled my chin up and I faced him. Inches away from his face.

"I want you to be happy..." He grabbed my face and put his lips on mine.

I wasted no time kissing him back.

My tongue grazing over his bottom lip.

It felt... right?

He pulled back and I froze.

"I-I.." I tried to form words, but they weren't processing.

"I like you, Lou..."

I only starred into his eyes.

"I mean, I like like you..."