who's gonna save us tonight (l.s.)

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A/N: SORRY AGAIN FOR RUINING THE SCHEDULE BUT I JUST HAD TO KEEP GOING WITH THIS ONE !
I wrote this in my summer math class. Oops. There'll probably one or two more parts after this, and then this story will be over. Ah :( 
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! It really has been a long time coming, to be honest ;) 
Vote pleaseee and comment what you think! Much love to all, thank you for reading!! xxx

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Two days later, the school is buzzing with quiet rumors about one Harry Styles, and Louis is terrified.

Louis had spent the better part of his time after the "rejection round two" incident moping about and not talking to anyone at all. He's barely even said anything to his mother or sisters, which really isn't something that has ever happened.

Harry never once contacted him throughout this painful time period, and as a result, Louis has come to the conclusion that it's all over now. He royally fucked it up this time, and didn't even manage to salvage his friendship. If only he'd learn to keep his mouth shut.

So, it's clear to see why Louis feels like he's going to piss his pants the second he hears Harry's name being whispered in the hallways. Had Harry gone and told Nick about what Louis said? Did Harry tell anyone about what Louis said? Does everyone know how pathetically much Louis likes him now?

He needs answers. But at the same time, he's too scared to ask.

He hurriedly grabs a couple of his textbooks from his locker and is trying to stuff them into his backpack when David saunters up to him, flashing him a grin. "Louis! Did you get my text last night?"

A sudden rush of annoyance consumes Louis, settles itself inside of his skin and bones. He grits his teeth, wanting nothing more in this moment than to go home and sleep for an extremely long while.

"Yeah, um, sorry. I've had my phone off a lot over the past couple of days, because. Homework. And stuff." Louis internally cringes. Not his best excuse.

David merely shrugs. "Well, I'd wanted to tell you something that I heard about your friend, the one that you said was having relationship problems. His name's Harry Styles, right?"

Louis freezes, looking over his shoulder at David. "Yeah..."

"Well, rumor has it that his troubles are over. They broke up."

Louis drops his textbooks.

They broke up. They broke up. They broke up. The three words are echoing inside his head, ringing through his brain and heart and he should be elated right now, should be completely ecstatic, but he can't help but think this is all some sort of sick joke, or dream. He feels like he's underwater, as though the volume of everything around him has been reduced to muffled, static noise -- the only thing he can hear is the rushing of water pounding in his ears. They broke up.

Lost in his thoughts, Louis doesn't realize that David had picked up his books and is trying to get his attention.

He breaks the surface, the volume of his surroundings back to normal. "Louis? You alright?" David is asking.

Louis accepts the textbooks that David is holding out, his hands trembling as he hugs them tight to his chest. "Y-yeah. I'm fine."

David gives him a weird look. "Um. Alright. Well, I've gotta go to class. See you at lunch?"

"Oh, um, yeah, sure."

And with that, David gives him one last, concerned look, before walking away.

Louis is left staring emptily at the wall, books in hand. He doesn't realize that he should probably be heading to class like a normal person until the bell rings and jolts him back into reality.