The Butterfly Effect

14. All You Can Do

The walk back to campus was one of tension. Niall and I did not see eye to eye on the Louis situation.

"Lad, you don't know much about that and he's obviously involved with something....like drugs or...hell, I don't know, Harry. You don't need to get involved with someone who has a stalker!" He said sternly.

I shook my head. "No, that's not true. You don't know him! He isn't happy. Remember his overdose?"

"All the more reason to let it be...." Niall shoved his hands in his pockets aggressively. We both were stubborn and hard-headed. "What do you know about him?"

A small smile escapes my lips. Niall is beginning to consider the possibility that I actually might like this guy and that he may not be so bad. "He's a really good kisser...." I blush. Niall rolls his eyes, apparently not liking my answer. "He's really nice...caring....a little broken..." I bite my lip and shuffle my feet as walk, feeling a little bit vulnerable.

"Alright, alright. Hypothetically speaking: we go and help him get away from this douche...how would we do that?" He asked surrendering. We stopped walking at this point.

You see folks, that is a true friend. Despite thinking it's a horrible idea, Niall is willing to set aside his own opinion to make me happy; and that makes me happy.

Excited, I jump up and down and try to get him to catch me but he refuses. Fine then, maybe not isn't as excited as me but he still wants to help. I'll take that as a victory.

"Well, I'm not sure how we would do that...." I mumble.

With that, we continue to walk again. Niall appears frustrated.

"Wait!" I exclaim as I grab his shoulder. "I think he cares about me, too...I'm going to text him and say I need his help with something and to meet me at the fraternity...." I put my thumb in my mouth, biting the side of my nail. I want to giggle like a school girl. "I think he'll come...right?"

"Fine...but we're getting drunk when we get there. You're too much, Haz." He chuckles. I can't argue with that logic.

"Um, Hey, Harry....it's Louis Tomlinson....I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I scared you or....somehow made you think what happened tonight was your fault. It's not....I just wanted you to know that. I hope to see you around sometime...FUCK SORRY. I'm never good at voicemails. I just wanted you to know I'm out if you ever wanna come over again sometimes.

Probably not...."

I listened to the voicemail once more. It was from nearly two weeks ago but I really enjoyed the sound of his voice and couldn't bring myself to delete it. I want to send a text but how do you say, "I'm sorry for ignoring you" without sounding like a jerk?

Um....well, hopefully this'll suffice...

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LOUIS POV

Louis and Trevor arrived at his apartment just half past Eleven. Almost immediately, Trevor guided Louis to the couch and wrapped him in a warm embrace. He did not see Louis' apprehensive face, one that said he did not want to be there. He did not feel Louis' hesitation. The only thing Trevor was capable of feeling/noticing, were his own needs and wants.

Trevor stroked Louis' hair softly as they sat in the silence. The body heat between them caused him to remove his jacket and place it beside of him on the arm of the couch.

Louis grew nauseous as he smelled aftershave and whiskey filling his senses.

"So word on the street is you were in the hospital because of an accidental overdose," Trevor opens up the conversation, breaking the silence. He still continued to stroke Louis' hair with his calloused fingers.