Pretty n' Pastel [l.s.]

❁ eighteen ❁

"So I told Louis you wanted to meet him," Harry says. "I asked him if he'd want to maybe go out to lunch with you and I."

"Did he agree?" Kendall asks.

"He actually did. He told me to let him know when. That's why I asked you to meet up. Well also I wanted to talk to you about some other stuff too," Harry says, as him and Kendall walk out of the gym together. Kendall convinced Harry to go with her. Harry isn't complaining though, he goes to the gym regularly anyway.

"Oh, I mean yeah I'm down. I'm free pretty much all this week," Kendall says. "What else did you want to talk about?"

Harry sighs and opens his car door, waiting to speak until they're both inside. "I talked to Lottie."

"Really? How'd it go?"

"Good, her and I are already pretty much friends. We've met up twice now and I like her so far."

"Not just because she's Louis' sister, right?" Kendall asks, jokingly.

"No, but she has the same eyes. They're both so attractive it's crazy."

"Lottie is super pretty. What did you guys talk about?"

"Well, Louis obviously. We decided that we're going to try and help him. Our plan is to pretty much just confront him and if he gets defensive to keep going until he breaks."

"Uh, that doesn't sound like it's a good idea."

"Think about it, though. How long has this been going on? Three years. Lottie said that so far nothing has made Louis realize what's going on. My mom's best friend did the same to her. At first my mom was pissed, understandably, but if her friend wasn't as persistent as she was and kept babying and coddling my mom, feeling bad for her and letting her keep living in the lies, my mom wouldn't of gotten out of it," Harry explains.

Kendall is quiet for a second, thinking to herself. "I mean, it makes sense I guess. As long as you're not like mean about it."

"No, absolutely not. We're, or I'm, going to wait until it feels right, until I know I won't be crossing any lines. I'm not going to attack him or corner him. I'm just going to confront him and not let him give any excuses."

"He doesn't mean to. He doesn't know they're excuses."

"I know. He's the victim, but at some point, you have to be real with yourself. I know it's not that simple. I know it's complicated and that he thinks he loves Eliot and needs to be with him. Hopefully though, after the hard part is over, he'll be greatful."

"You know, I'm proud of you. I know you're empathic and it's hard for you to have to do this to him. It's not going to be easy and you know that, but you're doing it anyway," Kendall says, truthfully.

"Thanks...I just wish it wasn't like this. It's all happened so fast and I want to help him but part of me wishes I didn't know yet. I don't know if I'm ready for it. I'm so scared it'll ruin everything."

"It won't."

"How do you know?" Harry asks.

"I just do."

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"You ready?" Louis asks.

"Yep. Paint me like one of your French girls," Harry says, sitting down on the chair Louis has sitting in front of an easel with a blank canvas.

Louis who was looking down at his paints and getting them ready, looks up with an amused smile and shakes his head. "Right. Will do."