My Best Friend's Brother {ft. Larry Stylinson And Ziam}

Chapter 8

{Louis POV}

{12:00am}

[On Phone]

“What do you mean by 'I'm leaving soon'? You can't leave. You said you'll take care of it, remember?”, I said, pacing back and forth in my room.

“My boss wants me back soon. I can't stay for much longer. Trust me, I want to but I can't. ”

“Then quit! He doesn't own you!”

“It's not that easy, Lou”. I stopped pacing. I could feel the tears building up in the corner of my eyes. It was like the turning the hot water faucet on full blast into an empty tub.

“It-t can be-e”. My eyes clouded with tears and my voice started to tremble. I sat down and my head fell into my hands. He's not going to do anything. He's giving up.

“You know I wouldn't leave you like this if there was something I could do about it. I love you, you know that?”, he said as he listened to me sob. Words were building up in my mouth and withering away as I cried. I don't want it to end like this. But there's nothing I can do.

“Do you want me to come over so we can talk face to face?” That is the last thing that I want to happen.

“No”

Then I hung up.

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{6:00am}

Thoughts of Harry bombarded my head. How could he leave me like that? Does El know? Will he just leave by surprise or-? Maybe I got too attached too quickly. We've only known each other for a week! It doesn't feel that way, though. Maybe I need to do something better with my life rather than sit around worshipping El's family (They are pretty cool though). I should have a life of my own, where I don't have to depend on someone else to make me happy. Obviously, El wouldn't mind, seeing as she barely talked to me every since Harry came into the picture. Speaking of, where has she been this entire time? And why didn't she mention to me that Harry was planning to leave soon? I'll call her. Wait, it's too early. She doesn't get up until 8:00am. I know that because one time, we had the opportunity to go out of town on a school field trip and it was an amazing opportunity at that! I forgot the name of the place but we were going for 3 days. On the trip, we were supposed to go to the theatre and visit museums and stay in a hotel. But on the first day, we had to wake up at 4:30 am and be ready by 5am but because El wakes up at 8, we missed a museum tour and a movie. The same for the rest of the days. She spoiled them for me but we still had fun. We were on the 7th floor of the hotel so we were pretty high up. Whenever we saw someone walk in, we would drop something like an egg or a slice of bread. If it would hit them, we would reward ourselves with room service.

My life revolves around my friends and family. Harry was more than a friend but a little less than family so of course he was included. All this time, I thought he would 'take care of it', whatever the hell that meant. I bet he wasn't even going to try. I hate him. Oh, who am I kidding? I love him. What am I going to do without him?!

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{A week later}

Loud music blasted all around me as I danced to the beat. Big hands clutched my hips as they swayed back and forth on the dance floor. Matthew was grinding my ass, pulling me into him. He rocked with me. He turned me around and his long arms wrapped around me. When I wrapped my arms around his neck, I looked into his eyes, which was a big mistake.

He had off-green eyes, which made me think of Harry's green eyes. They were nothing like Harry's and everything like Harry's. His hand slid down to my ass and squeezed gently. That gesture, too, reminded me of Harry. This was not how I pictured this night going. Harry was gone, which meant that I was alone... Again.

Don't think about it.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He's not your problem.

I told myself this countless times during the day. Over and over again. Repeatedly. Matt slowed to a slow and grasped my hand. He guided me over to the bar.

Don't think about it.

“You wanna do some shots? ”. Why not?

“Sure”, I replied. A drink is what I need right now. A strong one.

“Two shots of vodka”, he shouted at the bartender. The thin, but healthy-looking girl nodded our way and began to fix our shots. Matt looked at me and smiled. His smile was amazing, to be honest.

I know, I know. You're saying 'Who's this Matt?'. Matt is an old friend... Who I might have lost my v-card to. He's sweet and I think he still likes me. I have no Idea why I let him go. When I got tired of locking myself in my room and ignoring the world, I called him up and he asked me out and you know the rest. Although I have to say, I never pictured us together in a club. Especially this club. It was rough on the out side but beautiful on the inside. Of course it was darkened but there were flashing lights here and there and they, too, we're beautiful. The club had high ceilings and lots of space. The dance floor was awesome too because it has lots of space. There was a balcony level too. And the music here was too good to be true. This is heaven.

The bartender girl came back with our shots. She wasn't very steady though, so she knocked one of them off of the bar. The sound of glass shattering made me shudder.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I'll get you another one, on the house”, she said as she started to clean up. One shot glass stood in front of me and Matt. He wanted it and so did I.

“You can have it”, he said. Oh.

It doesn't matter anymore

“OK, thanks!”, I replied. I didn't drink it though. I guess I'll wait until he gets his. Then, a big burly man, whose name tag read Kevin, brought another shot our way. That was quick. Why'd it take the girl so long? Matt looked up at me with the shot glass on his hand.

“What are you waiting for? Drink up”, he said and

“Same time”, I said. He nodded his head and smiled.

And that was the last thing I remember.

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The light shone through the small crack in the curtains and landed on my face. It was warm and quiet, and for a few moments, I had no idea where I was. But when I regain consciousness, I quickly felt the strong arms and big hands on and around my body. I shuddered as constant content breaths blowed on my neck. I was about to reach back to feel his curls but then he groaned. The groan was no nearly as deep as it was supposed to be. Was this not Harry?

He's not your problem

Oh yeah.

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