SPACES [Editing]

Every Good Thing

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Songs of the chapter:
- Me Without You by Sam Tsui (ok seriously this song can carry this entire chapter on its own. My heart hurts.)
- Worth It by Sam Tsui (bc we all could use a bit of hope, yeah?)

Louis Tomlinson

"Mind if I come in?" Gemma was standing in the doorway, peeking in.

"Oh. Yeah, hi. Come in." I don't even know why I'm letting her in when she doesn't even have to ask.

There was an awkward silence.

And it took longer than most awkward silences.

"Are you going to ask about-"

She interrupted me, "about Harry?"

She had that face on, the face Harry makes when he's asking me about something he thinks I know the answer to. Only this time, I'm totally clueless.

I don't know where Harry is, and neither do I know what happened when Niall and Luke came to see him.

That was last night, and I couldn't sleep well since then. Not because I was worried about Harry, I know he's safe if he's with Niall, but I feel like I should be responsible for him? Because we live together? Because apparently we're in a relationship and I haven't even seen him since I found out about it?

"I've got no idea. About where he is. Or how he is." I told Gemma.

I don't even know how much she knows, but I won't even be surprised if she knew that I was Harry's boyfriend. Everyone knows it but me.

"He's hiding." She was looking at me like she expects me to know what she's talking about.

"From..?"

"Everything. He's a hider. He's always a hider." I've never seen her this serious. I've always thought Gemma was cool and clever, but serious wouldn't be how I'd imagined myself to be describing her.

"I don't understand."

"He's hiding from people. The Harry you've seen for the past few weeks, that wasn't him." She explained defensively.

"I haven't seen him-"

"Of course you haven't. He's hiding. Look, the point is, he hasn't been how he really is. And now he's gone away." She said it so ambiguously that I'm starting to think she doesn't have a wide vocabulary.

"Gone away?" I was more confused than before she even came here.

"To Paris."

"Paris?!"

"He didn't tell anyone about it but he left last night."

"Why?!" And I was aware that my tone's a bit louder now, but I can't help it.

Why the fuck would he go to Paris? Is he that guilty?!

"He's been a mess lately, more than you can imagine. And it's not even the alcohol or the girls. And it's scary because he's way calmer than we expected him to be." She was looking at me like I knew the solution to all of this.

"Alright but pardon my language here. Why the fuck would he be doing that when he's the one at fault here?" I snapped.

"It's not what you think it is."