almost // l.s

eleven

two months had passed since the incident with louis' father and harry was on top of the world. he, finally, decided he could wear what he wanted to wear, act how he wanted to act and do what he liked without anyone judging him. he had been staying at louis' house nearly every week. his mum had found out about their secret relationship when she saw the two boys making out on louis' bed. she hadn't been mad, in fact, she welcomed harry to the family with open arms, much to her son's surprise. harry had smiled and said, simply, "i won't let you down, jay."

-

"louis!"

harry's head snapped up even though the name wasn't his. he turned to face his boyfriend with a confused expression as a ramble of hussle bussle was heard from downstairs. louis shrugged and rolled over to check the time on his phone. 7:04. who in gods name was entering his house with their own key at seven in the morning?

the question was answered when a slightly worried but calm looking eleanor opened his bedroom door, "morning, babes- oh!" she yelped, "harry! what're you doing here."

"i could ask you the same," louis said sternly, making eleanor shrink back into herself a bit.

"just, uh," she bit her lip, "can i talk to you in private?"

"no," louis confirmed. he looked at harry's puzzled face and softened, "erm, no, whatever you have to tell me harry can hear."

"ok," she spoke slowly, "your dad and mine are meeting here later today to discuss... some things."

louis furrowed his brow. eleanor took it as an invitation to stop talking.

"mum might be home," louis shook his head, "they can't come over today."

"well, they are," the girl said sassily, "and you have to be there as well."

"no way. i am not spending time in their presence."

eleanor looked offended, "that's my father you're dissing. now get up, little boy, we need to get ready, they'll arrive soon." she turned to leave before facing the boys once more, "oh and harry... you might want to leave."

harry looked at louis, wide eyed and upset.

"sorry, princess," louis whispered, wanting his voice out of eleanor's earshot, "it might be important."

harry nodded and got out of bed, his long legs hitting the floor and carrying him over to his bag. he bent over to grab a suitable outfit for wearing home when-

"damn," the older boy mumbled.

harry turned around, "what?"

"those really are my favourite shorts of yours."

-

harry jumped to his feet when his phone pinged. he'd been anxiously waiting for an update from louis for hours, and he prayed to god that it was his boyfriend's message.

message from: lou

lou: need to talk. can you call me?

harry: course

harry pressed the ring icon on his phone and louis picked up quickly.

"harry," he said sadly. harry's heart did flips in his chest. louis sounded wrecked- what'd happened?

"i'm here. what's wrong babe?"

"don't," he said, sounding rushed, "don't call me that."

"what? babe? why not?" harry's nerves rose even higher.

"we-" louis took a deep breath, "it hurts because we have to end it. end us."

the curly haired boy was lost for words, so lost, in fact, that louis had to ask if he was still there, "i suppose it's eleanor isn't it."

"no, haz, it's n-"

"you don't have to lie louis," he emphasised the boy's full name, now was not the right time for nicknames, "i understand. who'd want to be with a useless little boy like me?"

the older one just sat there, breathing heavily and harry could hear it. hear the quiet sobs that left his throat as he listened to harry talk in such a self deprecating way and it broke his heart.

"i- i-"

"save it," harry sighed and hung up. he didn't want to hear another word from that boy's mouth. he stood up, grabbed the closest breakable thing to him- a glass- and threw it at the wall. a heart-wrenching yell left his mouth, before an equally devastating cry. the young boy broke down and pulled on is hair, emitting horrible noises every so often.

when anne came home she didn't even have to ask. she knelt down beside harry and held him until the crying ceased, or at least took a break. harry felt like he physically couldn't produce any more tears, feeling weak and exposed. he, sort of, hoped that louis could deal with the breakup better than him. despite is anger towards the boy, he couldn't stop loving him in a heartbeat.

-

harry styles was, to put it plainly, depressed. he'd been unhappily single for three months and those days had, probably, been the worst times of his life. it wasn't that he was sad all the time, but more emotionless. of course, harry cried nearly every two days, but it passed and his brain was mostly blank.

people could probably tell, too. he walked around school absentmindedly, going to class, studying at break, sometimes being hit on by a classmate, but mostly just ignoring the world. he'd even started avoiding niall, liam and zayn, much to their dismay. the only person he'd opened up to was niall, and his advice had been much the same as harry's mother's.

"talk to him. do something you enjoy. stop moping."

he couldn't listen though.

so harry sauntered around, hair how tickling his shoulder blades, skin tight around his fragile frame and a constant blank expression on his face. among all of his sadness was two words- two words that made him equally happy and upset at the same time. those words were; louis tomlinson.

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this chapter broke my heart and i'm the one who wrote it. i'm so sorry, but you gotta have angst in every story, right?

hope you're all excited to see where this is going and how everything'll play out.

thank you. love you all. treat people with kindness.

alyssa xx :)