Look After You

Chapter 3

   After the boys all called their mums and occasionally talked to one another's mums, Harry had a long conversation with Louis' mum while Louis celebrated with Harry's, they all sat down all across the flat with wide, toothy, grins. They stared at each other in complete shock. "We should celebrate!...later!" Louis exclaimed when he glanced at the clock, realizing it was much too early to start drinking. As he got off of the couch, all the boys cheered in agreement while he walked to the kitchen. Louis was digging in the fridge looking for something to drink, besides alcohol, when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button in one swift movement. "Hey, Eleanor!" He answered nervously as he held the phone to his ear to listen to his girlfriend. How could I forget about Eleanor!?

   Harry's eyes shot towards where Louis was standing when he heard Eleanor's name come out of Louis' mouth. White-hot jealousy burned in the pit of Harry's stomach as he watched the older boy apologize to the voice on the other end. Harry tried to extinguish the flame within his body, but it always seemed to reignite. Harry, we've gone over this with Liam! Louis has a girlfriend, you've had multiple! Harry cleared his throat, and his thoughts, and ignored the burn that was slowly engulfing him. As Louis paced across the kitchen, repeating the same statement; "I know, I know! I am apologizing!" Harry tried to distract himself. He fidgeted on the couch, looking at each boy's face as if one of them would hold the answer that he needed. When his eyes came to Liam's face, he was greeted by a compassionate look. Harry quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks get hot.

   "Harry, you alright?" Liam asked, his voice leaked sympathy.

   "Yes, just fine. I'm just gonna go up and take a shower, yeah?" Harry mumbled, quickly standing up from the couch. Liam nodded as he watched the boy jog up the stairs.

   Harry had disappeared by the time Eleanor decided to forgive Louis and let him hang up the phone, but not before he exchanged a half-hearted "I love you." Louis walked into the living room and flopped down in the spot Harry had abandoned.

   "Eleanor giving you a hard time?" Niall asked, flipping through TV channels.

   "We could hear her, mate." Liam muttered, thinking about how hurt Harry had looked.

   "Yeah she was pissed off that she found out about our nomination from my mum. I was going to call her, I was just in shock!" Louis lied, he had forgotten about Eleanor and he knew it. "My mum just beat me to it." 

   "She sounded pretty pissed." Zayn spoke quietly without looking up from his sketchbook.

   "Well, you didn't have to hear it." Louis crossed his arms and watched Zayn as he was hunched over, coloring the picture from last night. "Did you show Harry?"

   Zayn glanced up for  a moment before responding, "no, I don't think so."

   "You should, I think he'd fancy it." Louis smiled down at Zayn, who returned the gesture before he continued coloring. "Where is he?" Louis asked, noticing the absence of the curly headed boy.

   "He went upstairs." Liam pointed a finger towards the staircase.

   Louis nodded before hoisting himself up and began walking towards the stairs. As he ascended the steps, he began to get nervous at the thought of being alone with Harry. "This is absolutely ridiculous!" Louis hissed to himself, reached the top of the stairs. "I'm over thinking it." He walked down the hallway that led to Harry's closed door. He took a deep breath before knocking lightly. "Harry, you in there?"

   Harry paused at Louis' voice for a moment. "Yeah, what's up?"

   "Harry, I am not gonna speak to you through a door. Can I come in?"