The Wedding ✔

Chapter 15 *

Louis panicked.

And what he does when he panics?

He runs away. He always runs away.

He literally spun around, ran out of the kitchen and locked himself in his room. He didn't look back because he didn't want to know what was in Harry's eyes.

He didn't stop when Zayn and Liam yelled after him.

He didn't stop when he heard Liam yell after Harry.

Louis walked around his room. He couldn't stop, or sit down or do anything to calm down. He needed to move— so he walked around the flat, probably annoying everyone who was under his room. Did he care? No, not really. Like at all.

He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Everything seemed to be so fine and puff, suddenly all came crashing down.

Would it be morally wrong to seduce Harry? Louis slapped himself, hard. Of course it would be morally wrong. If it would have been someone else, Louis could've done it but it was Harry and... And Louis couldn't do it to Harry.

Harry. Why does he have to be so goddamn beautiful? Louis didn't understand why, how or when did he become so attached to Harry.

There was a knock on his door.

"Louis?" Zayn's voice asked. When Louis didn't answer, he saw how Zayn tried to open the door but Louis had locked it. Take that, Zaynie.

"Open the door."

Silence.

"Louis? Open the door. Talk to me."

Louis kept walking, ignoring Zayn.

"What happened? You and Harry just ran into your rooms? Niall and Ed had to go finish the cooking."

Louis went to bathroom, stared at his reflection, grimaced and went back to walking aimlessly, still not answering to Zayn who basically was trying to hit his fist through Louis' door.

"Louis, open the goddamn door!"

He lifted up his middle finger and showed it to the door, hoping that Zayn would see it through the wood, even though he knew it was impossible.

"I thought you were hungry", said Zayn behind the door again, and Louis stomach made a loud noise, but Louis ignored it. "You have to open this door at some point, L."

Louis bit his lip and refused to give in. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to see anyone. He wanted to be alone, was it too much to ask?

"For fuck's sake, L..."

"Go away", Louis whispered silently.

***

Three hours later Zayn was still behind Louis' door. He was pretty sure that Zayn was sitting behind it and judging by the noises, Zayn was hitting his head lazily against the door, occasionally muttering "Louis" or "open the door".

Louis needed to admire Zayn's determination and perseverance— two things he rarely got to see in Zayn.

Even though Louis had listened Zayn's annoying cries of rage behind his door for three hours, he had managed to keep his mouth shut. He hadn't said a word to Zayn.

"Open the door. Open the door. Open the door. Open the door—"

Louis groaned, took his phone and turned the music on. When it didn't cover Zayn's knocking and his mantra, he took his headphones, put them on and turned the volume up. He slumped down on his bed, and let the music fill his head.

It blocked all the other sounds and momentarily made Louis brain forget what had happened.

Only momentarily.

Oh, how much he wanted to have a drink or two. Maybe three. Or ten. And maybe hook up with someone to get rid off the frustration caused by certain curly-haired lad.

Now Louis was angry with Zayn because Zayn had cockblocked him on Monday and Louis didn't have Marco's phone number and he really was horny. Sad, angry and horny. What a great mix.

"Fuck you, Harry Styles", Louis muttered.

He wondered what Harry was doing but then mentally slapped himself because it didn't matter what Harry was doing. Not anymore.

Louis took his phone, music still playing and started going through his contact list which was quite pathetic. There were his family's phone numbers, also Zayn and Liam's and that's about it.

Why didn't he have any of his one night stand's phone number? He should have, you can never know when you could need a round 2. And Louis wanted desperately some distraction, preferably sexting.

Unfortunately, he had no one to text. 

Louis stared at the ceiling and realised just how hungry he was. And because of that, his head started aching and he couldn't listen the music anymore. He paused the music and checked the time.

O-kaaay, it was quite late already. He froze and tried to listen but heard nothing. Had Zayn finally gave up?

Louis walked to the door but instead of opening it, he kneeled down and pressed his ear against it. At first he didn't hear a thing, so he held his breath and listened. Then he frowned when he heard slight snoring.

No way. No fucking way. Really?

Zayn was sleeping behind his door. Louis sighed, and rubbed his eyes. He must admit, Zayn was a good best friend but seriously? Sleeping behind his door? That wasn't necessary like, at all. It was weird and Zayn was overreacting.

Louis froze. Okay, maybe not overreacting. He had done things in the past that gave Zayn every right to camp behind his door. Maybe only one overreacting was Louis.

His stomach made a loud noise again and Louis whimpered. He didn't know what to do, since Louis couldn't exactly just open the door and go find food. But he was really tired. After walking around his room three times, he finally made a decision. He would sleep the night and in the morning he would get some breakfast with Zayn.

And possibly punch Zayn if he keeps asking questions. But yes, Zayn was right, Louis can't stay in the room forever. But he can stay there one evening.

"Tomorrow morning", Louis said to himself. "Tomorrow morning I go back to being me."

He wasn't sure whether he can keep that promise or not, but he was too tired to think about that. Right now he just enjoyed being alone while he still could.

And it was probably first time in for ever when he actually blocked Zayn out and wanted to be alone.

First time for everything.