Best Friend's Brother

Chapter fifthteen

The first couple of days were the worst for Harry.

He couldn’t leave his bed and he was constantly crying, trying to be mad at Louis, absolutely furious, but finding that he was just really, really sad. He almost balled his eyes out when he deleted Louis’ number from his cell, and cried even harder when Liam (unhelpfully) told him that Louis had started dating a girl. Harry had texted him back saying that he hopes Louis is 'fucking happy and enjoying the vagina', even though he knew he wasn’t. Harry wanted to feel content about that; that Louis was just as miserable as he was, but it only made him feel worse.

Stupid love; it ruined everything.

Harry knew that his mum and sister were both worried about him. They’d come into his room with cups of tea or chick flicks or maybe just for a cuddle and some kisses. Either way, it always made Harry feel slightly better not to be completely alone. That was what Harry hated the most; how empty and lonely he felt. He hated Louis for doing that to him, but then again, he loved him too much to ever stay mad at him.

And Harry tried to move on, Jesus Christ did he try to, but it didn’t work. He’d hang out with Liam or Niall, sometimes the both of them, but it wasn’t the same. The only thing that came to Harry’s mind when he was with them was that they weren’t Louis. They weren’t who Harry truly longed to hang out with.

After two weeks of the madness, Harry decided he was going to try a new approach on things. He wanted a way to get rid of the emptiness he was feeling, and what better way to do that than by finding someone else?

Now, Harry wasn’t talking about another relationship. He had no desire to start a relationship after his last one had ended so miserably. Harry was talking about a one night stand. Yes, he knew he was only seventeen and he’d have no way of getting into a gay bar to find this person to hook up with, but there were fake IDs for a reason. The only thing was finding someone who made fake IDs…

“Liam, do you know of anyone who sells fake IDs?”

“Harry, why the hell would you want to know something like that? Please tell me you’re asking for someone else and not yourself?” 

Harry chuckled. Liam was too innocent for his own good. “No, it’s for me. I want to sneak into a gay bar, maybe that one called Circles that’s by the nail salon and Chinese restaurant. You know the one I’m speaking of?”

“What?! Harry, you are not going to sneak into a gay bar! Have you gone mad? All kinds of freaks go to those places! You could get raped! Someone could drug your drink or kill you! I’m sorry, Harry, but as your best friend, I’m not letting you go to a place like that. It’s too dangerous.”

Harry shrugged, unfazed by Liam’s words. “Well, if you’re so worried about me then just come with me; make sure I don’t do anything stupid, yeah?”

There was a splutter on the other end of the line. “I won’t! I-I’d never! I’m not gay, first off, and I’m not putting myself in that amount of danger. What if—What if some older man hits on me?” he asked, and Harry could picture how grossed out he looked right now.