Change (Harry Styles)

Realisation . (chapter20)

-Louis-

I place my plate in the dishwasher before shutting it and switching it on. I then decide that now is the time to go talk to Harry about, whatever is on his mind.

The only noise throughout the house is my footsteps as I go up the stairs and the sound of the front door banging shut as Zayn and Niall are going to town and Liam is going to lift Danielle from the airport, leaving only me and Harry. So, it really is the perfect chance to talk to him and get his mind straight and get him back to his normal cheery self.

“Haz?” I knock lightly on the door.

Harry muffles a “Go away” in response. But I ignore his request and go on into his room, placing myself on the seat by his desk. I don’t care if he told me to go away; I need to get him to talk to me. I like helping people;)

“Thought I said to go away” Harry snaps, lifting his head ever so slightly out of his pillow to look at me. His normally lush curls are floppy and, due to not coming out of his room, needs washed.

“And I don’t care. Talk. Now.” I demand. I don’t care how harsh it sounds, it is really the only way to get him to talk.

“there’s nothing to say Lou.” He sighs, dropping his head back onto the white pillow.

“Don’t give me that sh-“

I was cut off by his phone ringing. He didn’t seem bothered and didn’t lift his head off of the pillow, so I decided I would be a good friend and answer it for him.

I look at the caller I.D before I do.

Cass<3<3

“It’s Cassie” I say, and hit head shoots out of the white material.

Snatching the phone out of my hand, he stands up, running a hand through his messy curls, crinkling his nose in disgust – I agree Haz – and just stared at the phone in his hands.

“Answer it dumbass.” I say, snapping him out of his stares.

He nods once, lifting the phone up to his ear.

-Harry-

“HARRY, have you seen the papers?” Cassie’s voice shouts down the phone, shocking me a bit. It is the first time I have talked to her in two weeks, and she’s shouting at me? Oh what heck, I don’t care. I’m just happy to hear her beautiful voice if I’m honest with you.

I shake my head, before realising she can’t see me.

“No. I haven’t, why?” I ask.

“It’s in it, that Sophia and Olivia went missing in Marbella. Seriously Harry? That isn’t exactly the type of thing I want the whole world to know about-“

“And why are you saying this all to me?” I cut her off. “I don’t control what goes in them do I?” I finish.

I hear here sigh and a few muffled voices in the background.

“Whatever. I’m away. Bye”

“Cassie wait-“

But I am cut off by the line going dead, meaning she has hung up on me. Seriously, why is she shouting and rambling on about it to me? I don’t decide what gets put in the papers or not, do I? No. I don’t. And I’m not happy about the story being in the papers, but what can we do now? There’s no taking it out of them; or out of people’s heads. It’s out now.

I sit back down on my bed, noticing that Louis is still sitting there, staring expectantly at me. Once I don’t say anything to him, he sighs and opens his mouth to talk.

“Wanna tell me what all that was?” He asks, nodding towards my iphone that is now on the bed-side cabinet.

“Story about the girls going missing is in the papers.” I say, running another hand freely though my curls.

“About that. Have they been found?”

I nod, silence falling in the room for a moment before he finally realises I’m not planning on discussing it any further than that.

“Which brings me to my next question.. Is it Cassie.. you know, that’s making you stay in your room, skipping rehearsals and not eating. Do you miss her?”

“Louis. Of course I fucking miss her. I love her, so much. The more I try to talk to her about anything, the more she pushes me away. She doesn’t text me back. Or answer my calls. Any time I see her in the street, she scurries away in the other direction. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn’t seem to be enough.” I sigh, flopping back onto the bed.

“Go to her house.”

“I have. She made me leave.”

“Well then don’t leave. Harry, you never give up on girls. So why now? Why are you not round at her house now, banging on the door, and actually facing her instead of using your phone? That’s not that Harry I know. And you need to hurry up before it’s too late.” And with that, he gets up off the chair and exists my room; leaving me and my thoughts alone.

He’s right. I never give up this easily. So why am I doing it now? Cassie told me, via text the day after I went to her house, that she needed time to think. How much more time does she need? She’s had to whole weeks. It’s about time I go to her, and actually try to get her to have a proper conversation about this with me. She knows Bella’s locked up, so why is she still ignoring me?

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I was having a really lazy day today, so I was sitting up in my bed watching marley and me, and I was like 'shit, story' and I jotled out of my bed to upload this.

ahaha goo Louis:')

oh and I didn't read through this, so sorry for any typo's:L

okay bye now.:)

-Sophie.