Occupational • larry• |ON HOLD|

~9~

Harry's P.O.V.

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Today was the day. The day Louis and I began our new 'friendship'. Could I even call it that? I went through so much for him and he just threw me away. I don't even know if I can fucking acknowledge his existence, in the least.

It was painful mentally and emotionally. So much hurt and heartbreak caused me to shut my feelings away.

I wonder if he feels the same way.

Just because I fit the bad boy-heartless asshole-dickhead criteria doesn't mean that I don't fucking have feelings. I'm so sick of the stigma and I'm so sick of people judging me. I couldn't fucking care less, it's just the way people treat me is what bothers me. And I'm so enthusiastic about telling Zayn that Louis is going to be in my life again.

Fucking shoot me.

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I rolled over, repeating the same god damn cycle for the past 6 months, and smashing my hand down on the snooze button on my alarm clock.

Today was going to be miserable, I could already tell. I stood up, throwing my blankets and the contents of my bed on the floor. I pulled my shorts over my boxers and ran a hand through my hair to brush it off of my face.  I bolted out of my room, squishing my toes between the pieces of shag carpet in my house.

I stood motionless, like a deer in headlights. Staring into the guest bedroom; where he would stay.

"Shake it off Styles, you're not fucking 13 anymore. He doesn't care about you like that."

I walked past the room, and passed the rest of the rooms that were packed in the hallway and down the stairs, to the kitchen entrance.

Stood in front of the stove was mom, cooking pancakes and waffles. "Smells good." Harry nodded in approval to his mother.

"Hmm.. good morning to you too!" She chuckled. "Feeling alright? You usually don't talk to me." She asked with concern.

"I- uh yeah. I'm fine. Tired. Gotta go. What time is shithead coming here?" Harry snapped, concealing his true feelings as usual. He grabbed his keys, and his wallet from the counter.

"5. My flight leaves at 9. Be here at 5:30. I have some things to tell him in private." She turned to face me. "And please Harry, try to be nice."

"Ugh OK. Fine, I can try but I won't like it." I replied.

"Okay. Thank you Harry, come here" she opened her arms to me. "I love you, please be good and stay out of trouble." She kissed my forehead after engulfing me in a hug.

"Alright alright... I'll be good. No promises." I pulled away, accepting the fact that I was going to be late for school anyway.

"That's my boy. Thanks Harry." She replied to me.

I took my backpack to my car and backed out of the driveway without a care in the world. I'm going to give Louis hell when mom leaves. And it's gonna he so much fun.

I smirked, pressing my foot down on the gas pedal.

I sped through my day pretty quickly, however I was dreading getting home, and by the time my last period was over I realized I was late.

I mean, I wasn't THAT late. Buuuut my last class was over at 3:30 and the boys and I went to get ice cream and we went to the mall afterwards. We were standing in the vans store, gawking at girls when my phone rang like hell.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, face scrunching up when I realized how fucked I truly was. "Uh, hi mom?"

I played dumb, hoping it would save my ass. It never does work anymore. Mom knows better.

"Harry. You're late, Louis is here and I have to leave! Where are you? Are you even coming? Did you even listen to what I told you this morning?" Mom lashed out at me, she was furious.

I took a minute, Zayn and Liam got quiet once they heard the screaming coming from the other end of the phone; their eyes widened as they knew I was being lectured.

"Yes. Mom I'm sorry I forgot. I'm coming home right now okay?" I offered to try and soothe her.

She huffed ridiculously "well Harry it's too late for that now! Did you even go to school today? Ugh! Just forget it. I don't even care if you come home or not."

She scolded one last time before she hung up.

"Everything OK mate?" Zayn asked rather zoned out trying to properly access the situation, as he knew what was really up.

"I-uh yeah-gotta go. I'll see you guys later alright?" I tried my best to cover my ass.

"Okay mate. Drive safe, call me later." Zayn said.

"Yeah me too." Liam added.

Before I lifeless walked out of the store, walking causally with my widened eyes to the escalator.

I got down to the parking garage and started my car. Mom must've been super pissed. Like mega-ultra super pissed. I mean, she's been like this before but she's leaving me with someone she just met off the street for three months and she just hung up. Do I do something? Should I say sorry? Should I get my shit together?

Nah.

It'll be fine.

I sped down the highway as fast as the speed limit allowed, hoping to catch mom before her cab did. I didn't want to show up with Louis in my house all alone; that would be weird.

I eventually pulled up, despite my best efforts mom was already gone.

Now I had to face Louis, again, after everything. I still buried hate towards him, I don't even know if I could forgive him.

I walked up the steps on the porch and stuck my key in the lock of the front door. It's weird to think that Louis himself has a key to my house as well. Weird that he'll be sleeping here, and living here.

With me.

I pushed the door open and saw Louis sitting on the couch, legs sprawled out on the coffee table. He was holding a book in one hand, and a cup of tea in another.

He looked me dead in the eye

"Damn,-" he looked at his watch. "I though you'd never show up."