Not Again? || l.s

t w e n t y - s e v e n

twenty-seven | last and first

can't even tell if
i love or hate you more
you've got me addicted
and i can't tell who's keeping score

~ 'that way' by tate mcrae

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Liam looked up from his phone, "You really are a dick, you know."

"Yeah."

"Louis is with Niall. You won't find him in the room."

"How d'you know that?" Harry asked.

Liam held up the phone, "It's this wonderful new invention, texting. Niall told me that Louis just got to his room, and apparently, he's cursing your name to the heavens, babe. He's pissed at you."

Harry chewed his lip. The thing was, he knew himself too well to think that he'd still be willing to apologize later. He knew that he'd overthink it, come up with excuses not to. He knew that he'd chicken out and run from this all like he'd been trying to do for weeks now, ever since that night with the paint when he realized that he couldn't keep emotions out of it anymore.

"Can you— can you ask him to send Louis to the room?" Harry asked, soft and hesitant, not fully sure, even now, that he wanted to do this.

Liam's fingers blurred over the keys, and a second later his phone beeped with a new message. 

"Niall says he likes you but right now you can go fuck yourself," Liam relayed. 

He typed out another message. 

"Now Niall says that Louis says that he doesn't want to talk to you." 

More typing. 

"Okay, now Niall says that he's trying to convince Louis, but Louis is ignoring him. And he also—"

Harry snatched the phone from his hand and pressed call. He waited for a beat, as it rang, wondering if Niall would even answer, but Niall picked up seconds later.

"Louis doesn't want to talk to him, okay?" Niall snapped.

Harry sucked in a breath, "Can you put Louis on?"

Silence. Some shuffling.

Then, "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Harry. He doesn't want to talk to you, and I don't blame him."

Harry swallowed his pride, "Please."

There's rustling on the other end, a heated conversation that he couldn't hear because Niall must be covering the receiver. Silence fell for a moment, before more rustling, and finally Louis' voice came through, thick and quiet.

"What do you want?"

"Can you meet me in the room?" Harry asked. "To talk. Please."

"Talk about what? What's there to talk about, at this point, Harry? Really? Because I don't see any reason why I should anymore, and I don't see any reason why you'd even want to."

"Please," Harry said again. 

That's it, nothing else.

"Okay," Louis sighed. "I'll be there in a minute."

"And if you're an ass to him again Harry I swear I'll—" 

The call ended, cutting off Niall in the background. Harry handed the phone back to Liam.

"He's meeting you, then?" Liam questioned.

Harry nodded, "He said he would, anyway. He might not. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't."