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Chapter 6

*Louis pov*

*scene takes place as Louis is in the music room after school, practicing on the piano-one week after last chapter*

"Why did I ever think that we had something, god why the hell I am so naïve?" I heard someone shout from down the hall. I decided to ignore it.

"Why?.... Why?..... Why?" I heard that same person question, but quieter than the first time. I grew a bit worried but decided to stay in here, I wouldn't want to barge in on their problems. I heard some muffled sobs and a what sounded like a locker being hit. I jumped slightly at the noise. I finally decided I should see who it is. I tiptoed over to the door, off the piano bench, and opened the music room door as quietly as possible. And stuck my head out a bit. I gasped, almost inaudibly, slightly surprised by who stood 10 feet away from me.

I felt tears come to my eyes, I quickly blinked them away. I slowly stepped over to the boy, sitting with his back on his locker. He-he looked so.... sad. His head was in his hands and he was sobbing quietly.

"H-Harry?" I finally managed to choke out. I felt tears in my eyes once again. He has been somewhat avoiding me all week. Even during English he didn't talk to me, only answering the questions with a few words at most. I sighed as he snapped his head up to me.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped, finally acknowledging my existence.

"I-I was practicing on the piano. Are you okay? Hazza tell me what's wrong." He looked at me, his eyes puffy and red.

"Nothing, don't call me that. Just go hang out with Liam or something." He said the last part quietly, but I still heard it.

"No I'm staying here until you tell me what's wrong, Hazza. Now tell me before I sass it out of you." I said with a small smile. Harry looked away and got up, wiping the wetness off his cheeks, opening his locker and taking out his books. "No. Just go hang out with your boyfriend, who by the way, treats me like crap, now if you will please--"

"What? He said he apologized to you." I remained as calm as possible, not wanting to make him even more emotional, and rolled my eyes, "And he is not my boyfriend."

"I would remember if my he apologized to me... And it sure seems like he is." Harry said quietly starting to stride away.

"Hey, are you jealous or something? Because it's not funny." I said, making no sense but just trying to get the last word in. He stopped in his tracks.

"Even if I was, it wouldn't matter," he breathed out in frustration, somehow remaining calm, while I was losing every ounce of my patience,

"Just please delete my number from your phone and forget I ever existed, I'm sure it will be easy. You're halfway there" He said, almost whispering the last part. And walked out the building. I waited to make sure he was gone before let out a loud sigh, and slammed my head on the same kid's locker. He was just a friend. But. I-I just can't help but feel, disappointed? Mad? Sad? Angry? Why do I feel like this? It hurts. Worse than anything, we weren't anything more than friends. But in those few weeks, I guess I got attached to him. I can't help but find myself asking the same question over and over again, why do I feel like this?

*Harrys pov*

I walked out of the building, why am I such an idiot? I just ruined any chance of ever being something more with Louis. Why couldn't he just stay in the drama room? Why couldn't he just sit there and ignore me so I could sit and mourn in peace. And of course fucking Liam would tell Louis he apologized to me. Of. Fucking. Course.

I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes. I shook my hair up, making it messy, ending up with a few curls in front of my eyes. I huffed in frustration. I looked down at my sweater vest. I took it off and threw it on the cold, cement ground. "I hate everything." I said to myself, and laughed. It's true, at the moment, at least. I began to walk home, thoughts went through my mind, like, why did I love Louis? Why couldn't I love Niall? Why couldn't I be straight? I could have a nice white picket fence life, provide for my family, be the best straight, white, cis male there every was.

I decided to call Niall and go to his house, he was one of only a few people who knew I was gay and that was comforting and I just really needed some comfort right now. And a Horan hug would accomplish just that.

A/N ayyyyy longer chapter.. Sorry for like going really super fast and all but I just wanted to get into da steryyyy. Also, narry!! #ohsnap