First Cut Is The Deepest (One Direction - mainly Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

helloooooo, very sorry for how long this has taken me. I have now finished exams, again, trigger warnings apply and if ANY of you want to talk, I am here. In the next chapter, they actually will make it to camping!! I also have a new idea for a One Direction fanfic, but they won't be famous in it? What do you think? Love youuuu. x

To my utmost surprise, when I walked back into the room, the camp site had been booked and to my utmost joy, it had been booked for tonight and tomorrow. Excusing myself from the festivities, I walked to my bedroom and began pulling out shorts and jumpers to pack for the trip. I don’t honestly know how Harry and I are supposed to survive in a tent for the evening together when we can’t even survive the night together in our own home. Jumping at the buzzing in my pocket, I saw my ‘mum’ flashing on the screen and cursed. I had meant to phone her yesterday but after everything with Harry and general life, I had forgotten.

“Mum!” I called, trying to act chirpy.

“Hey love! Just checking that you are going to come down tomorrow evening for the Wedding Party BBQ?” Shit. The Wedding BBQ. My Aunties Wedding BBQ.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wonderful. Is Harry going to be coming? I haven’t seen that lovely lad in a while…” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed.

“Umm, actually he has some work to do. I don’t think he can get the time off. I’ll ask though.”

“Okay, love. Well see you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Yeah mum, love you too.” Ending the call, I threw my phone onto the bed and fought the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. Breathing deeply for a couple moments, I felt calmer and was ready to start packing again when someone touched my shoulder.

“Shit Louis!!” I exclaimed as he held his hands up in a surrender gesture. In his hands he held a glass of water and a packet of paracetamol.

“Sorry. I thought you might want these for the cut on your arm.” Nodding in thanks, I took two pills and quickly took them with a swig of the water.

“So where are you going tomorrow? I thought you were coming camping?”

“Yeah I am. For tonight. It’s my Aunties Weddings BBQ tomorrow evening. I’d forgotten. Stupid me.” I moved around him and continued packing. I was now going to have to pack clothes to take back home with me. My arm was really starting to give me some bother but hopefully the medication was going to start kicking in sometime soon.

“You aren’t stupid. And words cannot express how sorry I am about what is going on with you two. I have no idea what is wrong with him. I’m sorry.” His voice cracked and when I looked up at him, he looked sad. And I realised, I hadn’t just lost my boyfriend, even though Harry spent time with him, in a way, Louis had lost his bestest friend.

“We’ll get him back Lou.” I smiled up at him and he nodded and gave me half a grin before leaving. Once he was gone, I laid down on the bed and tried to mentally prepare myself for camping with someone who it appeared hated me. Besides when we had moments like today. I wasn’t alone long however, because I heard someone walk into the room.

“Hey…” Harry drawled and I instantly sat up.

“Lou said that you have to go home tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Uh, Wedding BBQ. Apparently I agreed to go to it ages ago.” He looked sort of hurt and distressed and I, once again, felt bad.

“You could come, I mean I said no to you coming because I didn’t think you would want too, but you could if you wanted. I mean, don’t feel pressured, it’s just if you wanted too.” For the first time in what seemed forever, he was smiling big, like how he used too, when we first met and we would spend the days laughing and watching films and just talking. I needed to stop rambling. That’s what he used to pick on me about in a jokey way, me and my rambling. Now, he used it to hurt. But didn’t I do the same thing?

“I can’t. I said I’d go camping…” Refusing to look hurt, I forced a soft smile.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll have to leave a lunchtime tomorrow. I’ll get a taxi.” Protesting, he seemed uncomfortable.

“I’ll drive you.” Scoffing, I put down the clothes that I hadn’t remembered picking up and turned to stare at him.

“Harry. We can’t go a day without having a screaming match. That’s in our own home, with space. What are we gonna do in a tent and a car for four hours? Honestly, I’d rather get a taxi to the train station and pay than spend time with you when I know that it’s just gonna end up with us screaming and crying.” Nodding, he looked guilty which made me feel guilty.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I can’t do what they want, I’m sorry…” What? And with that he left the room, carrying one of the bags that I had packed.