Eccedentesiast || Larry

27. Lonely

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The first week without Louis was easy. All Harry had to do was tell himself that Louis will be fine next week, and he'll show up at his door with flowers and chocolates and they'll kiss and make up. He smiled at anyone who talked to him, remained calm when new photos of Louis were leaked (calm, as in making sure his heart didn't fall to the pit of his stomach), and he didn't cry once.

He just barely made it through the school week. Lunch was weird. He sat with Luke, Kelsey, and Ciara, but he didn't talk. Annie never showed up to lunch all week. And so it goes without saying that week one was boring and full of hope.

It probably would have been more eventful had Liam been around, but he isn't, so it wasn't.

Week two was a different story. Harry snapped at his mother when she came into his room without knocking. Anne only gave him a concerned look and slowly backed out of the room. Later in the day, he walked up to his mother with wet eyes and a runny nose, mumbling apologies and hiccuping explanations. He didn't tell her Louis was the cause of it.

When lunch rolled around that week, Annie returned. She didn't speak, didn't look at anyone, just put headphones in her ears and drowned out their pointless conversations. Harry didn't really care at this point, honestly. She was dead to him.

Again, uneventful.

But when the third week came, Harry started to feel hopeless. Louis hadn't texted or called, even though Harry had called him at least four times and texted only twice-he didn't want to annoy Louis.

Now, though, as Harry sits on his bed and stares angrily at his phone screen, waiting for it to light up, he's close to tears. It's only Thursday in week three without Louis, and he's so close to making it two weeks (not in a row, unfortunately) without crying. It's a lost cause, really, because Harry once cried when Gemma ate the last slice of pizza. (He should also be mad at his mom. She forced him to go out and get his license.)

He should be angry with Louis, not sad. That's the thing; he's never mad at Louis. Even when those Lennifer rumours surfaced, he still smiled at the thought of the short actor with bright blue eyes. Louis left when he should have been there for him, and maybe that makes him selfish and needy, but he doesn't care. Harry needs Louis.

Okay, yeah, he should probably just build a bridge and get the fuck over it, but that's not how this works. That's not how anything works. In order to get over something, you need closure. He's not going to let himself have closure, because that means it's really over. And it's not.

He just doesn't understand how it was so easy for Louis; making Harry fall for him and then leave when he felt like it. It sucks, really.

"Harry?" A voice calls from outside his door-Gemma.

When Harry doesn't respond, she comes in. It's odd that she's here, since school started for her two weeks ago, yet here she is.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, and it sounds a bit cross, but oh well.

Gemma sits down on the bed. Harry collects his phone before she lands on it. "Mom called."

Harry frowns at that and slouches his shoulders in a child-like manner. Gemma looks at him like he could burst at any moment.

"'M fine. Nothing to worry about, see?" Harry falsely smiles to prove his point.

"I'm not buying it," Gemma says, scooting closer to Harry and tucking her legs up to her chest, just like she used to do when they were kids. "You never did tell me about Louis, you know."

And that didn't help at all, because Harry breaks down again, face contorting into one that resembles pain and sadness. Gemma's at a loss for words, she thought Louis represented happiness for Harry, no? Harry feels like a complete fool for letting this many tears fall from his eyes over stupid Louis. Stupid, dumb Louis, with his soft brown hair and ocean blue eyes and deliciously thick thighs. It's so unfair.

When Harry calms down enough to speak clearly, Gemma is right there, rubbing his back to comfort him and patiently waiting for him to use his words. Harry surprises even himself when he squeaks out, "Louis."

"Let it all out, Harry."

And then he's telling her everything. Including his moment of slutiness in the bathrooms when he ran into the devil himself, their first date (including sappy details that even he didn't know he took note of), their first kiss, and even the blowjob. Gemma winced at that. He tells her about the party and the almost-incident. And he tells her how Louis left. She's quiet through it all, just sits beside him and listens like she's got all the time in the world. When he stops talking and the only noise he's emitting is sniffles, she mutters "asshole" under her breath.

Harry is so, so lucky to have his sister around. Anyone else-excluding his mother, but he couldn't tell her half the stuff he tells Gemma-would have pretended to listen, or maybe even hush him before he could utter out a single word. She's all he's got right now.

They spend the rest of the day watching YouTube videos and eating Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream straight out of the tub, and Harry promises himself that he will shed no more tears over Louis Tomlinson.

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Harry's phone has been buzzing in his pocket for what seems like hours, constantly alerting him that he has a new notification every two seconds. He hasn't looked at anything; it's probably Kelsey, spamming him about her newest otp, so there's no use. (Gemma fell asleep on the couch downstairs a mere thirty minutes ago, so Harry was left to try to come down from his sugar high and fall asleep on his own.)

It's only when the vibrations coming from the back pocket of his jeans becomes ridiculously annoying that Harry decides to put this madness to an end. A new notification pops up when he unlocks his screen: @XxLouisT started following you.

Well that's odd, Harry thinks, frowning in confusion as he unlocks the device and is directed to the twitter app. 3,569 notifications, the screen reads. He actually, seriously gasps out loud. It's all mentions and follows that appeared out of nowhere, it's all very overwhelming. He's now up to 6,014 followers where as an hour ago he had 4,645. Harry scrolls through his mentions first and is shocked at what he sees.

@Harry_Styles OMG!!!

@Louis_Tomlinson and @Harry_Styles are totally in love

lol no @Harry_Styles

@Harry_Styles idk who u are but @Louis_Tomlinson has made u famous...

He has no idea what any of them are talking about. Famous? Totally in love? Harry goes on to Louis' twitter account to find no recent activity except for one, single tweet addressed to him.

Always in my heart @Harry_Styles . Yours sincerely, Louis

Harry may or may not have broken another promise when he feels tears start to pool at his eyes.

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(so this is happening. i won't spend too much time on harry's sulking. next chapter, unnamed blond waiter comes back, so yayy. and then the chapter after that... you'll see...

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btw, the comment section in this book will forever be my favorite. you guys are hilarious, and your predictions are either spot on or really close!

QOTC: favorite band(s)/artist(s) besides one direction?

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(p.s. if you like twenty one pilots, what's your favorite song by them? mine is migraine.)