They say opposites attract.

Chapter 24

Harry's eyes felt heavy as he tried to open them. His head was banging and he instantly regretted drinking so much yesterday. He doesn't even remember much but he just regrets how much he drank. He slowly opens his eyes, letting them slowly adjust to his familiar room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around.

He was alone.

A note, pills and water sat on bedside table. He decided to pick up the note first.

'you're welcome. don't call me. - l'

He assumed the L indicated Louis but why didn't Louis want him to call? Harry was confused. What did he do yesterday?

Flashbacks of drinking with Niall came flooding back. He remembers dancing with someone. Was it Nathan? He couldn't put his finger on it. It was all blurry to him and it didn't help that his head was pounding like a motherfucker. Certainly didn't help at all.

He doesn't remember Louis though.

He tries to focus hard on his memories. Shutting his eyes trying to remember.

That's when it hits him.

Images of how good Louis looked yesterday flood through his brain. The way his hair was styled, the white tee and the red jacket. Louis looked good. Then, he recalls him and Louis standing outside screaming at each other but he doesn't recall why they were mad.

He tries. He really does .But his headache only gets worse. So, he decided to take a pill and down it down instead of stressing himself trying to remember.

Maybe he should call Louis and just ask?

But Louis doesn't want you to call, idiot.

That's right. He should just go ask him in person.

That seems rational.

He nods to, well, himself then hauls himself off his bed and heads to the shower.

His shower doesn't really last that long, he was kind of eager to reach Louis and apologise for whatever he did. When it came to Louis he didn't really think much about what he was doing, he just acted immediately. He usually liked to enjoy his showers, slowly shampooing and taking his time washing his body. But he didn't this time.

After showering, he quickly changes and heads out. He doesn't even take the time to put cream on his skin, deciding there wasn't any time to do that.

He pauses at the door when he realizes he doesn't know where his keys are. Fuck. He remembers that Louis drove him home but he doesn't remember Louis giving him back the keys. He freezes in place. Not knowing what to do next. He spins around in a circle for no reason, contemplating what to do when he spots the keys on the counter. "Thank god!" he mumbles to himself.

He leaves his house in a hurry and drives off to Louis' house. He is extremely impatient but drives appropriately of course.

Once he arrives at Louis' house he practically jumps out of the car and heads to the front door. He rings the doorbell and plays with his fingers impatiently.

Louis' mum swings the door open and gives Harry a warm smile. "Hello, Harry." She greets him kindly.

"Hello Ms. Toml-" Harry starts but he's interrupted.

"Harry how many times have I told you to call me Johannah!" She scolds Harry. And to be truthful, she did tell him many times but after all the awkwardness Harry just never manages to say it.

"Yes, um, I'm sorry. Hello J-Johannah. Is Louis him?" He stutters in saying her name as it's still foreign to his tongue but he tries to play it off smoothly. She laughs, noticing his stutter and he blushes.