His Love L.Tomlinson

11. What Is It Liam

What Is It Liam

"You need this Louis! You need this more than ever!" Harry yelled, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. "Why do you keep fighting it?"

"You do this every time. I don't need help!"

"Are you kidding me? You're sick! You're twisted and you need as much help as possible! This could be a way out! Let her in! Stop fighting it!" I stood in place, staring at the closed door down the hall. Harry and Louis had been screaming at each other for a while now. This is the first bit I've heard and that's because I have to go downstairs.

"I don't need your help, Harry! I can cope with things on my own!" Louis replied, his voice equally as loud.

"Oh yeah, and how well is that working for you? You just seem even more miserable!"

"I'm not miserable. I'm fine."

"No you're not! You haven't been fine. Not since Emily and Justin."

What? Who? Who's Emily and- Justin? They couldn't be talking about my little brother. Wait, but they did mention a Justin before mine.

"Get out!" an angry voice roared throughout the whole house. "Get out now!"

I quickly turned and raced downstairs into the living room, quickly sitting down on the couch. Harry appeared in the room a few seconds later, fuming. I looked at him worriedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, standing up.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, staring at the wall. I don't know what to say. All I can think about is the argument I just heard.

I just stood and looked at him worriedly. He blew out an angry puff of air, running his hand through his long tasseled hair. He didn't say anything which worried me even more.

"Harry."

"I'm okay," he repeated, finally looking at me, nodding. "I'm okay."

"Do you guys normally fight like this?" I asked, not thinking much about it. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You listened?"

"Guilty," I mumbled, realizing a snitched on myself. Fuck! "Sorry."

"He's always been stubborn," he explained. "He's empty and afraid to let people in. He's afraid to love."

"Why?" I asked, searching his eyes for some kind of answer. This is the most I've heard about Louis ever.

"It's complicated."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. It was obvious he wasn't going to tell me anything. Of course I wasn't going to push onward. Not really trying to upset him further.

"Okay, well, It's Complicated, we better head to school."

He looked at me with a hint of a smile. He wanted to smile, I can tell. Unfortunately he didn't. He never does.

As we were leaving there was the sound of a door slamming upstairs. Harry shut the front door, ignoring it.

Later I was in history class, staring at the blank board. My focus had been all over the place all day. I couldn't think straight and when someone tried to speak to me I would listen to them talk but not hear single thing they said to me.

I don't know why I've been behaving like this. Maybe it was because of a conversation I heard this morning. Or it could just me being  really out of it this morning.

"Kamber. Kamber. Kamber!" I looked up at Mrs. Glencoe expectantly. She pointed towards the door. "Mr. Stevens called you to the office," she explained before looking back down at her papers.