Drunk texting [rewritten]

CHAPTER NINE

|I'LL MAKE THIS
FEEL LIKE HOME|

Harry remembers when they first moved into the small home. The two story building was their fortress. Harry had just graduated and as a gift from his parents, he was ecstatic to have freedom. Of course he wished he could of done it on his own, but one day he would pay them back. It wasn't a lot- considering the two floors, but it was home.

Louis was living in the dorms at the university at first, but he spent so much time there, it became his second home. And now he was leaving.

"So, you're not mad?"

"Mad? No-I- no. Im not mad." Of course harry was mad, furious actually.

Louis had just broke the news to harry that he was moving out. He held back all week on telling him, because he didn't have the heart to tell him. But now the problem was in his face, and he didn't mean harry- harry isn't the problem. Louis was.

"You understand that it's not you, its really me." Louis talks while folding a blanket.

"Okay I already said I wasn't mad. Now you're asking me to belive it's not my fault your leaving?" Harry pulls away the folded blanket and sets it back down.

"Is it because I'm a terrible singer? I swear I thought the shower was completely soundproof."

"No harry"

"I'll stop if you want me too. It's not a problem really."

"Don't you ever stop singing harold. Until the day you die. When someone discovers you they'll want to hear you're voice all day." Louis takes things out the closet and harry goes behind him putting them back.

"Then why are you leaving me here alone?"

Louis stops, and sighs. "I would never leave you. I just think it would be better for me to become more independent. You know? Besides you're overreacting. I'm not dying. "

"No I don't know. I have no idea what thats like. My mother restocks my fridge every month. I have a nice place. I pay no bill's. And you do everything else here."

"Harry your parent's care for you is all. I just need to do things for myself. I got a job, these scholarships won't pay everything. And I have to have somewhere to start a family, when im ready of course." Harry thinks it's all very confusing, and sudden.

"Everything is moving so quickly I'm still buffering. You have a place here lou! You can get a job at one of the stores. This is your home Louis."

"This will always be home. But I want to be someone else's definition of home."

Harry's heart clenched when he heard that. Did their friendship not mean as much to louis like it did to him?

"Alright, I got the few boxes in the car.   You ready?" Troye walks in eyeing harry for a quick second then looks back at louis.

Louis nods carrying one last box with him. And harry trys not to make the situation seem as dramatic as he's making it.

"Can I visit you?" Louis turns as harry breaks the silence.

"Of course harry. I'm not dying, I got a  job and I'll be staying at troyes just until I have enough for a place of my own." And just like that he walked away.

Yes it's true. Louis wasn't leaving forever. But there was a pain in harrys chest. It was unexplainable, because he felt his heart wasn't beating anymore. He felt everything inside him being ripped out. It physically began to hurt. It ached. He just didn't know why.

And just the way louis left, so did harry.

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Me, 2:00 pm
come bavm lou
Me, 2:00 pm
i need you her3

*CALL :)LOU*
"YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICEMAIL BOX OF 'louis, leave a message and I'll call back when I can!"

Me, 2:02 pm
its so lonely withit ui

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Have you ever felt like you were alone. And not just the feeling of physically having nobody around you.  That not even the monsters in your head give you company.  Of course people love you and they say "I'm here for you". And sometimes they actually mean it.

But sometimes everything's black and white. And the world moves in slow motion. Life seems kind if dull. Mostly because nothing interesting is happening, or the person who brings Technicolor to your life isn't around.

Harry didn't wanna overreact but he couldn't help it. He was also bored, which usually never happened. But when you're close to somebody and they go from being important in your life to just becoming your life that shit hurts. When they just leave, or decide its too much.  Or maybe they just don't see things the same. It was obvious Harry was being a big crybaby. But he admitted he was dependent on Louis and his presence. It was toxic but he really felt he was going to die.

So it makes you feel like you're floating. You're not drowning, but you also aren't swimming enough to feel alive. And it just makes you have cold turkey except, its not from alcohol or drugs. Its because of a person. Because they're gone.

But harry wasn't going to just sit around and mope. (At least thats what he had told himself), but he had been sitting outside what used to be louis room since he left.

It was already night time and he had already been through 3 bottles of vodka and some tortilla chips which tasted kind of stale. There was too much to process and harry didn't like that so he just drank until he couldn't even stand up.

Someone had been knocking at the door for a good 5 minutes but even that sounded muffled to him.

"HARRY?! ARE YOU HOME I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YAH. OPEN UP!"

"open" harry replied as if he could actually be heard.

"HELLO??" He throws a bottle down the stairs causing it to break, then he hears someone walking up the stairs.

"Harry? What's wrong with you? I could of been a murderer!" Apparently the door was unlocked and niall had been out there for no reason. 

"hello? Earth to harry" niall walked around the mess and bent down. 

"What the hell happened? Where is louis? Why are you just sitting here?"

Harry just began crying. And maybe it was because he was hungry. Or because even hearing louis's name broke his heart.

"He's gone."

"Oh for fucks sake." Niall wrapped his arms around harry and harry began sobbing.

Niall already knew how much louis meant to harry.  The boy was in love. Everybody knew. But he never thought this much.