Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 10

"Louis..." Harry breathed when he saw him in the doorway. All the confidence suddenly being sucked out of him made his knees go weak.

"What part of 'fuck off' do you not understand? I heard Niall yelling at you to leave at least twice during that conversation."

"Louis, please." Harry tried to step forward but Niall grabbed his arm and held him back.

Harry snarled at him and tried to break free but Niall held on tight, not budging.

"Louis, go back inside." Niall said softly. "He was just leaving."

"No, he wasn't-" Harry tried again but Louis cut him off.

"Why are you even here?" Louis asked sharply, walking down the steps and across the grass with his arms crossed over his chest.

Nick sucked in a nervous breath and looked over at Niall who seemed at a loss of what to do.

Louis was confident, for once. He knew that Harry was finally feeling guilty and took advantage of that.

He was going to be strong and finally stand up to that guy who had played his emotions for years.

"Hm?" He prompted as he came to a stop in front of Harry.

Harry just gulped and looked away, too intimidated to look him in the eye.

Niall looked between them and upon seeing Harry's scared face, he deemed it safe enough to leave.

He motioned to the others who all followed him inside, leaving the two outside to talk.

"Well? What were you hoping to gain from this?" Louis asked again. "First, you sleep with me, then completely trash my house, then try to apologize but end up being even more of an ass than usual, then come over here and try to apologize again. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I-I..." Harry trailed off, running his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry. I-I don't know. I'm fucked up, I know that."

"We all know that." Louis snapped. "You're an asshole."

"I-I know." Harry looked down at the ground in shame. "I know, and I'm sorry."

"Does that word actually mean anything to you?" Louis narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Harry looked up confused.

"Sorry. Does the word 'sorry' have any meaning to you? You seem to use it a lot, but you've yet to show me you actually are."

Harry was at a loss for words. He looked pleadingly at Louis but he didn't care.

"I-I'm sorry..." He whispered, tears forming in his eyes but Louis just rolled his eyes.

"Have you come to 'apologize' again? Is that why you're here?" Louis asked and Harry's head snapped up.

"Yes." He said immediately. "Yes. God, yes. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said before-"

"Stop." Louis interrupted. "I want answers. So I'm going to ask questions that you will answer. I sure as hell deserve answers."

Harry's face fell a little but he nodded.

"Did you mean all the horrible things you said today, about wishing you'd never kissed me or even spoken to me last night?" Louis asked in a neutral tone.

"No." Harry shook his head desperately. "Not any of it. Please, I feel horrible for what I did last night-"

"Shh." Louis cut him off. "Then why did you say it?"

"I-I don't know. I guess I just wanted to hurt you because you were saying all this shit about me and confusing me-"

"Okay." Louis cut him off again. "Why would you want to hurt me? What the fuck did I do to you?"

"I-I, Y-You... nothing, I guess. You just get me so flustered and I got confused." Harry smiled a little and laughed to himself at that.

Whether Louis knew it or not, Harry just confessed that Louis got him worked up.

"I confuse you?" Louis asked in disbelief. "Okay."

"I-, just-, you're different and I, just, uh-. I don't- I want to know you, I guess."

"So, you're drawn to me, but the moment you get nervous, you get defensive and lash out, trying to hurt me?" Louis scoffed. "That makes sense..."

"I know it doesn't make sense and I'm sorry. I just... I don't know how I'm supposed to act." Harry tried to explain.

"How to act!?" Louis exclaimed. "How about not screaming in my face right after you've done something wrong? You made a huge scene out of nothing!"

"I know and I didn't mean for it to get like that." Harry replied, his voice rising slightly too.

"What?" Louis shouted. "You didn't mean for it to get like that? What the actual fuck? You were the one who started shouting. You started with the insults and YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOOK IT TOO FAR. You started this shit. You made me feel disgusting for ever liking you. This is all on you!"

Harry stared at him in shock, realising that he was right.

It was entirely Harry's fault, and now that he had shattered Louis' trust, it was going to be very hard to win it back.

He had finally come to the understanding that he was going to have to change.

He wasn't good enough for Louis, and he so desperately wanted to be, so he was going to have to show him that he could be the guy Louis wanted and deserved.

"I-I'm sorry..." He said eventually.

"Oh my God, would you stop saying sorry!?" Louis barked. "I'm sick and tired of hearing that word come out of your mouth."

"I-I" Harry tried but stopped.

"You may feel bad about what happened, but I won't ever believe that you're actually sorry until you show me you are, properly." Louis explained. "Every time you 'apologize', you end up behaving even worse. Until you actually show me that you're sorry, I won't believe you."

"Louis, please-"

"Don't." Louis cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. I'm tired of this stupid game. It's gotten out of hand and it's just too destructive. It's hurting me. It physically hurts my heart when this shit happens and I can't deal with it anymore."

"Louis, please listen. I'll show you. I'll do anything!" Harry started rambling and Louis held up a hand to stop him.

"Harry, I don't want you to do anything. I want you to leave me alone. I'm tired. And I'm done. Don't talk to me. Just don't interact with me, ever." He stated, turning to walk back inside the house.

More than anything, Harry wanted to shout. That's how he got his anger and frustrations out, but that was what had gotten him into that mess in the first place.

He tried to hold it in as he watched Louis walk away, but he couldn't just let Louis go.

"Louis, please listen to me. I know I'm a horrible human being and you don't deserve anything I've done to you, but I'm just asking for one more chance."

"You don't get to ask for anything." Louis said coldly from the top of the steps. "Not from me."

"P-Please. I'll show you I can change. I can be a better person." Harry dropped to his knees. "Please Louis, one chance. I can show you."

Louis watched him for a long moment, judging his character.

Then he shook his head.

"Earn it." Louis snapped. "I'm fresh out of free passes for you."

He turned around to the front door and just has his hand touched the handle, he had a thought.

He slowly turned around to see a completely deflated Harry looking at him desperately.

"If you ever want a chance with me, you'll have to fix what you've broken." He told him before disappearing inside the house.

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ITS SHORT, I KNOW

IM FUCKING TIRED