Just Another Stunt

3- Halloween

He was fucked. He was so fucking fucked. Oh god was he fucked.

He had to see him. He couldn't avoid him if he was stuck in a room with him. If it was a couple years ago, Harry would have loved being trapped in a room with Louis. But now, Louis was just a random man he was in a room with. A stranger.

A stranger with memories.

The logical side of Harry said he could do this. The not-so-logical side said he was going to catch fire and spontaneously combust.

Liam had texted him non-stop making sure he was okay. He had even offered to come with him. He didn't want this to be like the Halloween party last year all over again.

FLASHBACK 9 MONTHS, HALLOWEEN

Harry was drunk. He hadn't planned on being drunk just like he hadn't planned on having to face Louis.

If he's learned anything in his life, it's that not everything goes to plan. Obviously.

If this was going as planned he would be on the other side of the Liam's living room, not walking towards Louis. If this was going as planned, he wouldn't be here.

But he wanted answers.

No.

He needed answers.

And if sober Harry wouldn't ask him for the answers he needed, drunk Harry would.

Now he was in front of Louis and everything he practiced asking him on his 30 second journey across the room, into the kitchen, was gone.

Louis was talking over closely to a girl and he didn't know what to do.

Should he turn around? Should he yell? He wasn't sure.

So instead of either, he settled for clearing his throat.

"Wha- Harry?" Louis questioned, eyeing him oddly.

Louis was starring at him. He really should have just turned around when he had the chance. He just wanted answers, but he didn't know how to get them.

"Why?" Harry asked because that seemed to be everything he needed to know.

Louis looked confused. He hadn't specified what he was asking, but Louis had to know. How could he not know everything he had put Harry through in the last year? And Harry just wanted to know why.

"Why Louis?" Harry asked again, he was determined to know the answer.

"Harry, I think you need to sit down," was Louis' only reply. Harry was getting nowhere. And Louis was getting worried. Harry was very drunk. He was standing in place, yet somehow still stumbling.

Louis stepped forward to grab Harry's arm but Harry yanked it away from Louis' hand as soon as he felt it touch his arm.

"Please don't touch me," Harry said sadly.

Louis held up his hands in fake surrender before stepping back from Harry. Louis looked to the side in search of his new friend, who had since left.

There goes my chance of getting laid.

"Look, Harry you're drunk, get Liam or something okay," Louis said in the most bitter tone he could
convey. He was thoroughly worried for Harry, but that was not something he was willing to show.

"I just want to know, then I'll leave you alone. Please Lou," Harry could feel his eyes tear up, he started blinking rapidly to hold them back. He was not going to cry in front of Louis.

But Louis has spent 6 years of his life with Harry nonstop. He knows the way Harry's lips curve to say certain words. He's studied the way Harry's pinky finger goes different than the rest of his fingers. And he can tell you when he's upset. And he was the reason for it, and he couldn't even fix it.