Two Directions

Chapter 4

Harry was still sleeping as Lucy went to her bedroom to get changed. Louis couldn't help but have a sneak peak at her changing. 



"Oh damn. No wonder Harry couldn't stop himself... How does he when he's sober?" he muttered to himself.

 He shook his head and turned his gaze away. 

"What the fuck am I doing?" he thought, "How can I be such a hypocrite right now? Ugh." 

He slowly went into the living room to see if Harry was still asleep ; he was. 

Louis somehow felt bad for Harry. Harry never cried. At least never around him. Even when he was drunk like tonight : He never cried. Seeing Harry in such a state really touched Louis. He must have felt like shit after doing that. To make one of his loved ones cry. Out of pure pity, Louis went over to Harry and put the nearest blanket over him. 

The smell of alcohol filled his nose. 

Louis just remembered. If he's this wasted, he probably won't even be able to remember any of this. 

Shit. Should he sleep over at their place? Where would he sleep? He doesn't know where the blow-up mattress is. He just put the only blanket he knows of on Harry. The only option is Lucy's bed. Next to Lucy. Louis got rid of that idea. Maybe if he just woke Harry up? Then he could sleep on the couch. And Harry would definitely not make another move on Lucy after the reaction he had after the first thing he done. Wouldn't he?



And so, he rubbed Harry's shoulder whispering, "Hazza..."



Nothing. He rubbed again but harder. "Hazza."



Still nothing. He ended up shaking his shoulder vigorously. "Mate. Wake the fuck up!"



Harry turned over and groaned. "Da fuq?" He said rubbing his eyes, half of his body twisted to face Louis. 

"Stand up. Go sleep next to Lucy."



"But she hates me." he answers whilst starting to tear up again.

"You're acting like a kid, Hazza. Come on. She can't hate you if you just act the same you always do."



"Y-You're right." Harry says, standing up and wiping the tears away. He walks to the corridor and then to his and Lucy's room. He gently pushed the door to a close behind him and sat down on the bed. He swung his legs on the mattress and just lay there staring at the ceiling. His eyes fluttered and finally closed after a few minutes. He had fallen asleep. 


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Author's Note

Just as heads up, I won't be uploading consistently or to some sort of upload schedule, but I will try to update at least once a week for you guys! ;) Love ya!

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