The Butterfly Effect

18. Serendipity

Third Person POV

It had been three weeks since Harry turned back time to change Louis' life around. He hadn't seen any consequences yet, at least not around him. The only person who seemed to be affected was himself as he had to deal with the loss of the one he loved. He never imagined it would be so painful to fall in love

Without Louis, his life went back to normal – well, normal before Louis. The morning rain began to transpire its droplets on his face as he woke up in front of the Greek Fraternity House. After a night out with Niall and Olivia, he promised them he would be right back after he got some fresh air, but he never returned. Instead, he laid on the grass and counted the stars – wondering when this heartache was going to go away.

Wiping his face with his hands, he realized he was laying on top of the wet morning dew. Grumbling to himself, he stood up and stumbled his way into the frat house. It didn't go without notice that Justin was pointing and laughing at the previously unknown vomit lingering on Harry's shirt.

"Gross!" He exclaimed as he made his way into the bathroom and threw his shirt in the hamper. About to step in the shower, he noticed that Niall was passed out again. Though he tried to be a good friend, Niall just wouldn't wake up which led him to have to use the sprayer.

"What the fuck?" Niall jumped to his feet. "Harry... Do you know how long it takes to make it stand up like this? The amount of product I have to use?!" He rushes over to the mirror and runs a hand through his hair. "FUCK"

Harry laughed softly. He wanted to cackle but his head hurt too much for that. Post drunken nights were always terrible. "Well dude, you should stop sleeping in the bathtub. You have a room, you know!"

Niall flipped him off before exiting the bathroom. Listening, Harry heard him close his door momentarily and then a loud thud. Without even looking, he knew that Niall was throwing someone out of his room, so he could go back to bed.

Worrying about Olivia, Harry sent her a text only to learn she was safe and sound in her own dorm, about to head to class. Content with the answer, he began to strip down his clothes and get into the shower. His senses began to fill with oatmeal and lavender, making him feel a melancholy.

Louis always smelled like tobacco and Burberry, he thought. It was the best thing I ever did was leave his family my grandmother's house to live in. His mother never had to marry that douchebag and Cheshire is only about an hour from Doncaster, allowing him to be close to his family home. Of course, Louis will never remember me or know it was me who contacted his Mother's employer about a potential Nanny position in Cheshire with free housing, via my grandmother's inheritance. He needed not to know.

As he turned off the shower, not sure if it his face was wet from the shower or the random tears that randomly fell these days, a sense of déjà vu hit him as he was greeted with someone from Omega Psi Chi in his floor. As he talked to the attractive man, he remembered having this conversation before. It was Zayn Malik, who fooled around with his boy-friend in Harry's bedroom floor and he'd see him around.

"What the fuck?!" Harry thought to himself. "I didn't make time start again on this Wednesday. I must be losing it!" He exclaimed to himself, collapsing on his bed to go to sleep.

When he woke up, it was evening, and he decided to take an Uber to East Main, one of the regalest parts of town. He knew he probably shouldn't drink again so early, but he could hardly endure the emptiness anymore. As much as he tried to escape the memories of Louis, the more they seemed to whirl in his mind. The more he tried to forget the stunning blue eyes, the more they appeared to haunt him.