Expect The Unexpected Liar

That Can't Be True ~ Chapter 5

//That Can't Be True//

~Chapter 5~

I was taking the small amount of things I'd brought to Harry's room and dropping them in a pile on the bed, preparing to go back to my own room. 

Harry was sat on his bed, watching me. He heaved a sigh, "Niall, there's been something I'm haven't told you." 

I frowned, looking into his green eyes. "Huh?" I wondered, hoping he'd tell me.

His eyes closed as he ruffled his hair. "I've known Louis for a long time." He started, "We used to be really good friends, like he told me everything. And back when he turned 15, he changed a bit." Harry paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"I'm sorry, this is really hard for me. I promised him I'd never tell anyone about this, yet here I am." He chuckled dryly. It settled in how close the two used to be. How I was the one that came between them. 

I don't really have words to describe how shitty I felt. 

"Harry, you don't have too-" I whispered, giving him an understanding look. He shook his head, "Niall, you of all people deserve to know... that, he's gay and I'm 100% sure he liked or likes you, or something." 

My eyebrows furrowed as I dropped the shirt previously in my hand on the bed, "T-That can't be true. He hates me." 

Harry shook his head again. "Like I said, I've known him for a long time, those first few days I think he was starting to crush on you, but Louis doesn't exactly deal with that stuff well. I'm not sure he realized it until that morning... It's a long story and it's not my story to tell, honestly. I want to tell you, Ni, but even for me it's hard - I - do you understand? I don't want you to think I'm -"

"Harry. Haz!" He finally looked up at me, looking torn.

"It's alright, mate. I get it, I'm totally fne with it as well."

We both sat, a little lost for a few moments. 

"What do you want me to do? I'm not just going to forgive him that easily." I confirmed. "I don't know," Harry shook his head again, "I don't know what he's gotten himself into."

***

When I came back that night Louis, was already asleep, sprawled out in his own bed. I was beyond grateful I didn't have to deal with him. I laid in my own bed and listened to his breathing. It was plainly obvious he was asleep, but something was wrong. I laid on my side and watched him with heavy, tired eyes and the moonlight shining through the window. 

His foot started twitching first, then his hand. And before I knew it he was shifting and turning, his eyebrows creased and a deep frown on his face. He looked so much...smaller in his sleep, getting tangled in the sheets when he flipped, his hair a fluffy mess. 

He muttered something and at first I thought he was talking to me, but then I realized he was talking in his sleep. Slowly a tear rolled down his cheek and my heart broke. 

He might have broken me, but I never wanted to see him the same way. 

Before I could think through it, I was tossing my blankets off me and staggering over to him in a sleepy, worried daze. My hand reached out to him, but hesitated when he stirred and rolled the other way. 

I brought my hand to my hair, running through it a couple times. I softly sat on the little empty space next to him, trying to force myself to leave him. I couldn't. Not when it was balantly obvious he was hurting. It wasn't in me to leave others in misery. 

My stomach lurched when Louis flipped over, this time facing me. Another tear rolled down his cheek and he muttered something. 

My heart shattered more than it already had. Suddenly, his arm flopped down over my lap, his fingers spanning across my hip gently. He curled up against my side as I hesitantly laid myself next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

His head rested on my shoulder, arm still wrapped tightly around my torso. And just like that, his tossing and turning ceased, his tears dried, and his breathing evened again, like it would on any night. 

My anxiety lowered, seeing him so soft and sleepy next to me. Holding onto me as if I was something more than a punching bag to him. 

I shuddered at the unpleasant reminder that that's what he saw me as, a punching bag. He wasn't conscious enough to realize who I was. 

I pushed the image away and decided to enjoy sweet Louis while I had him and fell asleep listening to his soft snores. 

***

To say I slept great that night, was an understatement. Sleeping with the angel was one hundred times better than sleeping alone. I'd never felt more refreshed and content after waking up, well I felt that way for about 2 seconds.

Then I was shoved off the bed. 

I heard Louis gag, "Why the hell would you think it's okay to be in my bed, ever? Do you have mental issues? I thought I made it pretty clear, faggot. Stay the fuck away from me or I'll beat your arse." 

He stood up, purposely stepping on my thigh as he did so. I yelped and squirmed away as he trudged into the bathroom. He slammed the door and seconds later I could hear the shower running. 

I stood to my feet, stretching my back and rubbing my thigh. There was a knock on the door and I went to get it. Running my fingers through my messy hair in hopes of smoothing it out. When I opened it Harry practically pounced on me, looking around for Louis untill he noticed the sound of running water, "How'd it go? He didn't hurt ya' did he?" He asked taking ahold of my chin and turning it side to side. 

I laughed a little, I hadn't been feeling all that great lately. I didn't feel like myself, it was like I was numb. Except the heaviness of my heart, I constantly felt that. The damn ache of feeling so betrayed and hurt. 

"No, no. He didn't actually." I decided to leave out the part about Louis stepping on my thigh, Harry'd just freak out about my knee. He was quite the worrier. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been up all night worrying about me.

"So nothing happened." He said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Look it's kind of a long story and I don't want him to hear. I'll tell you during lessons." I told him. Harry nodded, taking a seat on my bed. 

We chatted a bit while I got ready, well he talked for the most part. I didn't really feel up for talking and the fact that sleepy, cuddly Louis was gone for good and was replaced with the angry angel put my stress level up. 

Normally I wasn't even up yet, so I really didn't have that much to do, especially without the bathroom. The water finally stopped and I heard Louis step out. He rumaged around noisingly in the drawers, before grunting. Harry gave me a look, one of those 'Louis' about to get angry- watch out' looks. 

"Hey, Niall where the hell did you put my tooth paste, ya dumbarse." I rolled my eyes, that's a new nickname. Better than fag or gay boy, I guess. "I-It's in the mirror cabinet." I replied. "And who are you talking to out there?" He yelled back, probably just realizing we have company and he needs to be 'pretend nice' with me. "It's me, ya dumbarse." Harry called back mockingly. 

"Oh shut it, Styles. Just get the fuck outta my room and take your fuck buddy with you. He was getting a little clingy last night, needed his boyfriend with him." Louis sniggered, finally stepping out of the bathroom. 

He only had basketball shorts on, hanging dangerously low on his tanned hips. Anger and sadness welled in me at the same time and I almost shouted back at him. Almost.

"Lou, we know you have your fantasies but keep them to yourself." Harry taunted, as he gently pushed me out the door. 

"Oh, get over yourself." Louis snarled back, slamming the door behind us. 

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