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Lunchbox friends

Louis was frustrated, frustrated and upset. He hadn't seen Harry properly in over a month, their relationship was rushed kisses between classes, sending goodnight texts, and quickies in the bathroom. He was tired of it, wanted to see Harry properly like he used to. He went partying more often again, doing the stuff he used to do. It didn't feel right but at least he had something to do.

Text to: cherry 🍒
Come with us tonight.

Text from: cherry 🍒
Can't, have to study

Text to: cherry 🍒
Tomorrow?

Text from: cherry 🍒
Work

Text to: cherry 🍒
Fine whatever text me when I start fitting into your schedule as well

Text from: cherry 🍒
Don't do this

Text to: cherry 🍒
I'm surprised you find the time to text me would've thought you'd give up on that as well

Text from: cherry 🍒
Louis....

Louis shut off his phone, throwing it on his bed before sighing loudly. He was done with all of this bullshit. He quickly got ready for the party and started downing shot after shot as soon as he arrived. 2 hours had passed and he was absolutely wasted.

Text from: cherry 🍒
Hope you're having fun

He rolled his eyes, right, Harry didn't even know what the word fun meant. That's when he became a genius, he still had the key to Harry's place, he didn't need to get invited to come inside.

He walked, actually, stumbled into the apartment, looking around and finding Harry at his desk, looking adorable in his soft pyjama bottoms and fluffed up hair. For a moment Louis softened up, wanted to just wrap his arms around Harry and cuddle him for the rest of time, but he remembered what he came for and a stern look took over his face.

"You!" He yelled.

Harry turned around, startled and as pale as ever.

"You don't wanna see me anymore".

"Louis, please".

"Don't 'please' me, I know you don't want me around anymore".

"Louis can you please calm down? I have neighbours you know".

"Oh, so now your neighbours mean more to you than I do? Good to know", Louis continued his drunk rant.

Harry softly touched his arm, "sit down, at least", he pleaded.

The small couch he had gotten himself looked extremely inviting, but Harry wasn't listening to him, he wasn't going to give up before he made his point clear.

"You never have time for me anymore".

"Louis, I go to uni all day, study all night, and go to work between all of that".

"Then stop".

"You can't be serious right now".

"I sure am".

"Louis you're asking me to stop studying because you think I don't spend enough time with you?"

"No, stop working".