When we met

Chapter 20

Harry's P.O.V.

I sat on the couch in the living room with my feet on the coffee table, slumped as low as I could go while watching T.V. It's been over a week since I tried to see Louis and he had Dan break my heart for him. I kept trying to tell myself that this was a good thing to ease the pain since this was going to happen eventually. Louis would've had to find someone to marry and break my heart. I was just hoping it would be later than sooner. He was getting married in eight days, five hours, and twenty-two minutes. The only reason I knew all that was because Niall and Liam's invitations came a few days ago. They were gobsmacked that Louis would invite them considering he's been avoiding them for months but they were friends after all. Louis still thanks I'm in a coma, I haven't been able to talk to him at all so my invitation never came. I don't think I would've gone even if invited. I sighed loudly before switching off the telly. I can't stay in here any longer, I needed to go out and do something. I've been locking myself in my flat all week too miserable to go out and do anything. Liam didn't like when I left anyway since I was still recovering even after three months. I grabbed Louis' jacket he had given me when he saved me from the muggers that I still had after all this time before making my way outside.

I went to the first place that came to mind; the coffee shop. I hadn't been there since the accident and had missed their coffee, especially their muffins. I sighed in happiness at the thought of the familiar surroundings of the coffee shop. I also sighed because Louis' scent was still overwhelmingly present on his jacket. I didn't even care that it was hot outside. I loved the jacket. When I got to the coffee shop I went to pull the door open but I froze with my hand still outstretched for the handle. Through the glass windows I could see Louis at the high-top counter, staring down into his coffee with a sad expression on his face. Why would he be sad? He's getting married soon and taking over Dan's company soon after that. And he was rid of me for good. He should be happy. I had to talk to him. I had to find out why he's sad. I put my hand on the handle of the door but stopped again. Dan said Louis moved on, that he doesn't love me anymore. Louis won't want to see me. He'll just tell me to get out and get over it. I removed my hand. I couldn't talk to him. Not now. Not ever. I felt my feet running away from the coffee shop, carrying me away from Louis, the boy I was hopelessly in love with.

Louis P.O.V.

I looked up from my cold coffee with a confused expression. I had a weird feeling that someone was watching me. I looked to the glass doors and windows but there was no one out there, just a few people passing by. I slowly went back to the coffee and went back to thinking about Harry. I was honestly proud of myself at how well I was holding back my tears. I had no problem blubbering about Harry in private, but I would prefer not to do it in public anymore. The waitresses who worked here must thought I was a little crazy to come in, order a coffee, but never drink it. I suppose this was better than the alcohol. Who was I kidding? No it wasn't. with this thought in my head I put money on the counter for the untouched coffee and left the shop, heading to the closest liquor store.

I sat at the breakfast island, gripping my hair with the unopened bottle of vodka in front of me. It was no surprise I was crying, thinking of Harry. Why was I still here without him? Why was I forcing myself to marry Nash? Why hadn't I gotten rid of the gun when Harry asked me to the first time? Why was I still so in love with him? A million questions were running through my head right now, but the most important one; why don't I just kill myself? I lifted my head and wiped away a few tears and my running nose. I looked at the vodka bottle with hungry eyes. Nash did have a few of her things here, including prescription drugs. I slowly stood from the table and went to the bathroom where the orange bottle was rested in the cabinet. I never took my eyes off the bottle as I went back over to the breakfast island, sitting in the same spot in front of the vodka bottle. I opened the alcohol, then the orange bottle soon after. With shaking hands, I poured all of the pills into my hand, a total of twenty-six. This would surely do it. I grabbed the vodka bottle. "I'll see you soon Harry." I whispered. I tipped my head back and put all the pills in at once. I put the vodka bottle to my lips and was about to take a swing of the liquor when a deafening scream came from the front door. "Louis!" I looked over, the pills still hovering in my mouth to see Nash with a few bags of groceries. Her eyes widened when she saw het empty orange bottle. "Louis no!" She dropped the bags as I went to take down the vodka but she ran over and pushed it out of my hand. It broke on the floor, spilling the contents over the hardwood of the kitchen. Nash grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to the ground. "Spit them out!" She yelled, shaking my head a little as if I were a dog. She clearly didn't know what else to do. My nose scrunched up when I smelt the overwhelming scent of the vodka. I was kneeling in it, getting my jeans wet so I tried to stand up but she forced me down again, "Spit. Them. Out!" I reluctantly agreed, spitting all the pills out into the clear liquid. She forced me up and took me by the shirt. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"I was trying so hard not to laugh. She was trying to be intimidating but she was no more than five foot three, she was far from intimidating. I looked into her eyes and felt my breath hitch in my throat. Her eyes. The ones that are so similar to Harry's. I felt as though it was Harry who was mad at me, not Nash. harry wouldn't want me to do this. As much as he would want to see me again he would never want me to take my own life. I flung my arms over her shoulders, holding onto her tightly. "I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad at me Harry!" I felt her shake her head, "I'm not Harry, Lou. You're just drunk." "No. I'm sober." I sobbed. She pulled away from me and looked at me incredulously. "You're sober? And you called me Harry?" I didn't know what to say. I knew how crazy I was, or how crazy I was becoming. I need to stop this. I need to move on. This was beginning to get life threatening, literally, "Louis," she said softly, "I'm going to call Dan and call off the wedding." 'No!" I said quickly, "We both know we can't do that. Nash, I need to move on I know I do and this wedding will help me do that." "How do I know you won't do this again?" She indicated to the liquor and pills. I sighed, "Because Harry wouldn't want me to do this. He would be so angry at me if I did." Nash nodded, "He would be." "I swear Nash. I won't do this gain I just... had a moment of weakness." She nodded again, "Okay Lou. I shouldn't... but I believe you." I sighed in relief. The last thing I need was Dan getting upset at the both of us for calling off the wedding.

Harry's P.O.V.

Today was the day. Louis was getting married soon and everyone I knew was either already there or getting ready. I was alone at home playing with the tea bag, watching the hot water it was in slowly get darker. I was sitting on the counter, thinking about everything that's happened the past two weeks. Louis still doesn't know I'm awake. I think about trying to tell him all the time but then I remember Dan's words, he doesn't love you anymore. Louis doesn't love me anymore. He would probably be happy to see I was okay, but then tell me to get away from him soon after and I didn't think I could handle that.

There was a knock at the door just then. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked to the door. All my friends were at Louis' wedding. Who would come to see me? I hopped off the counter and went to the door, running a hand through my hair as I did so. When I opened it I flat my eyes widen in surprisement. "Hey Zayn." I said happily and accepted his hug.

"Ha Harry. Are you well?" We pulled away and I beckoned him inside as I said, "I suppose. Why aren't you invited?" "I was but, I know Niall and Liam are going and I didn't want you to be alone." I couldn't help but aw, making him roll his eyes. Zayn has always been a great friend. "You didn't have to do that." I said as we sat in the living room. "I know but, I also know this must not be easy for you.

Liam told me what Dan said to you, about Louis not-" "Not loving me anymore? Yeah I know." I felt bad for snapping but I didn't need to hear it again. "Sorry Hazz." I waved him off, "It's okay. I know there's nothing I can do. I just with he wasn't marrying Nash. She's sweet and all it's just, he shouldn't have to marry someone who he doesn't love." He nodded in understand meant. I shighed, "Would you like a cuppa or something?" "Yeah, that sounds great." He returned the smile as I went into the kitchen. The kitchen was only separated by the breakfast bar so I could still hear him when he said, "Hey HAzz?" I looked over at him to see him looking at something under the coffee table. "What is it?" "Is this the contract Liam and Niall have been talking about?" He pulled out the stack of papers that ruined my life from under the table. It must've fallen under there. I groaned, "Yeah that's it." "You mind if I read it?" "Go for it." I tore my eyes away from Zayn and the papers and went back to making the tea. I looked at the time as the water got hot. Louis was getting married in less than an hour. That's when I know it'll all be over. That's when I know I'll really never be able to have Louis. "Hey Harry?" Zayn said again as I poured the hot water into a mug. "Yeah?" I said slightly amused since he kept calling my name. "I found a loophole."