Chapter Nine

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Harry left the hospital three days after, the amount of pills he had taken was barely able to be classified as an overdose, so his body wasn’t in an exactly horrible state. His plans of going to school any time soon were none. However, his mum may have agreed him to take the rest of the week and next week free if he wanted, but even the psychiatrist that did his evaluation before being let go from hospital said he was doing surprisingly wonderful considering. And that was when Harry started hating the word – considering. Anyone that caught sight of him in those few days added how great he was considering, how much he was smiling considering. And a bunch of other things Harry didn’t even bother remembering.

The truth was he was amazingly great and smiling way too much considering the last year, hell, even two, not just considering what his breaking point was. But that was when everyone noticed it. And if Harry wasn’t preoccupied with butterflies in his stomach and Louis’ blue orbs, he would take time to feel really hurt that people really didn’t notice it or better yet him in the past couple of years.

Harry wondered how his life would go on if the first thing he saw when he wake up wasn’t Louis. How hard would he crash then and how regretting he would be of the fact he was stopped in his act before it was too late. And really, the countless time Louis actually saved him – this was the top and Louis could feel pretty darn well about himself right about now. Not that Harry would actually admit that to Louis, even if he did in a way, he knew tolerating Louis when he was full of self-pride was a hassle.

There was one thing Harry loved in a way and annoyed him in a way – Louis was still blaming himself and really, Harry didn’t want that, even if Louis was somewhere in the mix, it was Harry’s mind that failed to connect anything and that was fucked up enough to reach the point of, well, literal self-destruction. But it brought one of the sweetest things ever – when he wasn’t around Harry, Louis would text him, every hour, exactly, ‘I love you’ – and that was his way of knowing Louis was alright and the world was turning properly and minutes turned into hours and the sun rose in the morning.

And Harry’s heart skipped a beat each time. Even if he felt like he should get used to it by now.

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Louis only left Harry for his classes – not even then really, he would end up texting the younger boy, until he eventually decided texting wasn’t enough and decided some of the classes weren’t as important as he felt they should be to him. However, they definitely weren’t more important than Harry, so Louis skipped them and showed up at Harry’s door.

Today, though, was Saturday, and almost a week later, with no classes – Louis was definitely spending the day cuddled up with Harry watching reruns of FRIENDS and random movies they’d find on DVDs around Harry’s room, once reruns on TV became too boring, even for them.

Louis didn’t even quite register that it was barely ten am, and knowing Harry, who had nothing to do that day, his mind wasn’t even close to waking up just yet. Regardless, he was going to go in there and he was going to wake him up because Louis felt like he shouldn’t be bored alone on a cloudy Saturday morning.

As soon as he knocked on Harry’s door and Anne answered, Louis concluded Harry was asleep. Usually, the curly haired boy would run towards the door from wherever he was, dropping whatever that he was doing, beating his mum to the door.

“Hi, Lou. Harry’s still asleep, he stayed up half the night with Gemma.”, Louis was there yesterday while they waited Gemma to arrive for the weekend from UNI. It wasn’t exactly the plan before, but she just wanted to see Harry and make sure he’s as good as everyone claimed he was, and Harry telling her daily she didn’t need to come just because of him couldn’t stop her. And Louis couldn’t blame her – if he was in her place and something like this happened to one of his sisters, on the thought of which he let out a loud sigh, thinking ‘oh god, no’, he would’ve dropped UNI straight away and come back to them until he was one hundred percent assured they were alright and getting better.

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