Harry’s POV
I’m glad Louis isn’t crying anymore, But now he won’t eat anything. “Louis please eat something?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m going to bed.” He said, smoking a cigar. “Fine pumpkin, but i wish you would eat something.” I sighed. He throw the cigar to the ground. “Well, I’m not going to! Night Hazza!” Louis yelled, running to his bedroom. I began to cry. I felt SUPER bad for Louis. I couldn’t keep my tears in anymore. I ran to my bedroom to be alone.
