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Chapter 20

Louis' pov.

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the fact that I'm alone. The bed is cold, unfamiliar, and I can't look around even if I wanted to - it's pitch black. I make the mistake of sitting up too quickly, causing my head to pound. Ah, great, a damn hangover.

I rub the heel of my hand against my eye socket, trying to rid my eyes of sleep. When I look to the side, there's an alarm clock on the night stand that reads '2:13 pm' in red letters. Wait, if it's the afternoon, why is this room completely blanketed in darkness?

Panic begins to slowly set in, questions swirling around in my mind: where the hell am I? Why the hell am I here? Where is the damn sun? Am I in a basement or something? Oh, God, am I going to get killed? Where is Harry?

Harry!

Quickly, I launch myself out of bed, noticing a sliver of light shining from under a door. When I reach the door, I couldn't throw it open faster. The light immediately attacks me, causing me to squint my eyes until I get used to it. 

As I slowly walk out of the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, I'm greeted with a hallway that is lined with a couple of photos. The first one is of Harry in his graduation gown, a girl who seems a bit older than him standing next to him. They're tongues are sticking out and Harry has his diploma in one hand, his other hand colorfully displaying his middle finger. I recognize the girl as the one from the picture that was hanging on Harry's mirror at the club, but I still don't know who she is.

The next photo is of Harry with a red solo cup raised to his lips, his arm thrown over the shoulders of Zayn. Zayn has a blonde girl tucked under his other arm, and I don't know who she is either. She has blonde shoulder length hair that's dyed pink at the ends, bright blue eyes, and a beautifully white smile. 

When I move to the next photo, I stop in my tracks. It's Harry seated on a chair outside, and that same girl in his mirror photo is with him, but she's sitting in his lap. His arms are around her waist, and they both look incredibly happy. I remember Harry mentioning last night that he used to date women, and was once bisexual, so is this a past girlfriend? Hell, could he have even lied to me? Was this his current girlfriend? At first I thought she might be his sister or something, but when I look at this picture, her hair is much lighter than Harry's and they're a bit too affectionate towards each other.

Of course, in the next photo, she's in it. Harry is in a suit, a white flower attached to the lapel of his black jacket. The girl is next to him with white flowers in her hands that match the one on his jacket, and she's wearing a beautiful black, floor-length dress. Once again, I take notice of the way her hair is much lighter than Harry's - nearly blonde in this photo, and my attention is drawn to their expressions. They're both smiling as wide as the moon and they look genuinely happy together. 

I can't look at these anymore. I have to leave. I have to leave.

 I turn around and head back into the room I was staying in, hoping to find my clothes. I flick on the light, and immediately find my clothes folded neatly on top of a brown dresser. As I'm getting dressed, I notice a blanket hanging over the window of the room. I wonder if Harry put it up so the light wouldn't hurt my head when I awoke? 

I place the clothes that I assume are Harry's on top of the dresser and find my phone, stuffing it into my pocket. I slip my beanie on top of my head, and suddenly I'm even more anxious to leave. I have to hurry, since I don't think I can face Harry - if he's even here. A banging sound from somewhere in his apartment makes me jump - it sounded like pots and pans bumping together.

As I quickly exit the room, I jog down the hallway. As I'm hurrying, I throw my jacket around my body, stuffing one of my arms into one of the sleeves. I reach the living room and I'm about to turn towards the door when a female voice makes me jump, my jacket hanging half way off my body.

"Louis?"

I turn slowly, and my eyes widen as I'm face-to-face with the woman from all of Harry's photos. Her hair is still that light brown, almost blonde color, and she's even more beautiful in person. She has an apron around her slim body, a spatula in one hand. 

"Um, hi," I say slowly, slipping my arm into the other sleeve of my jacket. "Where's Harry?"

"He's in the shower," Her eyes are suspicious as she takes in my outfit, clearly obvious that I'm leaving. She places a hand on her hip. "Where are you going? I'm making breakfast - technically lunch - for Haz. You can join us if you'd like?"

Haz? Did she seriously just call him that? So, they're on nickname basis? God damnit.

"Uh, no thanks," I want to ask who she is, and what the hell she's doing here, but Harry's voice from further into the apartment cuts me off.

"Gem!!" Is yelled from the hallway. Gem? Oh my God. This is the person he was on the phone with when Harry first took me home that one night at the club! I remember him saying that he was going to drop his "friend" off and then he'd be home. Home.. She lives here! Why didn't I see the signs earlier? She f.ucking lives with him, and he had the audacity to bring me back here?

"Sorry, I gotta go," I say quickly and run out of Harry's apartment before he can enter the living room. I run down the hallway, down the stairs, through the lobby, and out of his apartment building. I don't want Harry following after me, so I keep running down the sidewalk for a couple of blocks. I didn't drive here, so I have to call Damien.

I come to a stop and lean against a building, pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Damien's number. It rings a couple of times before he finally answers. "Lou?"

"Dame-" I exhale heavily, trying to catch my breath after running so much. "I need you to come pick me up."

"What? What's wrong? What happened? Did he hurt you? Why do you sound so out of breath?" Damien rambles quickly.

"Dame, please, just come get me. I'll explain everything later, just - please," I plead, looking down the street from where I came, just in case Harry did decide to come after me.

"Alright, where are you?" He asks, and I tell him the name of the street I ended up on. We say brief goodbyes and hang up, leaving me to lean against the wall again and pray that Harry isn't running after me.

Part of me wishes that he won't come after me, just to make this easier on both of us, but I can't help that sliver of hope that wants him to come running down the street, calling my name, and desperately trying to get me to come back with him. 

But that doesn't happen. Instead, fifteen minutes pass before Damien's familiar silver car pulls up to the side walk. I give one last glance down the street, but there's no lanky boy running after me with his curls whipping around in the wind, so I get into the car.

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this is pretty short & probably sucks but whatever. i'll probably update again soon anyway, so deal with it (-:

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gif: i had to do kind of a sad louis & now im sad too :(