The Pizza Boy- Larry Au

Bad Decisions

"Bloody Fuck!" Louis screamed as Zayn spritzed him with his expensive Chanel cologne.

"What are you all panty twisted about?" Zayn asked, rolling his eyes as he saw the utter panic in his bestfriends' eyes.

Louis honestly didn't know what was wrong but his heart was rapidly beating and his mind was jumping around like a school boy eating cotton candy.

Cotton Candy. Louis smiled softly. Everything reminded him of Harry and that was part of why he was freaking out. Before Harry, the thoughts that crossed Louis' mind were exceptionally subpar in comparison. Now all he could ever envision in his head, were Harry's bright green eyes, or his sweet and pure smile or the way that he jumped in his arms when they were watching that horror movie.

Although it was a lovely feeling, it frightened Louis more than anything. He had only known Harry for 3 days now and he was already whipped like cream. He was Louis Fucking Tomlinson. He was sassy and cold hearted and sassy and cold hearted Louis wasnt supposed to be obsessing over a curly haired twink. Boys were supposed to obsess over him but Harry had a confident side to him and Louis knew that Harry wouldnt be chasing after him. Harry knew what he deserved and Louis needed to live up to that.

"Zayn, I don't want to go anymore" Louis answered, covering his eyes with his palms in distress.

"Louis William Tomlinson, you listen to me right now, I am not going to let you break this boy's heart just because you're too pussy to admit that you're falling for him. So man up and stop acting like a wanker" Zayn ordered, shaking his best friend vigurously.

"...And while you're at it, put on a different shirt cuz you've got massive sweat stains on this one" Zayn laughed, causing Louis to flip him off and sock him in the arm.

Louis hated to admit it but Zayn was always right. Louis was a 24 year old man and he needed to stop acting like a reckless teenager.

"Fine but I need a fucking joint if I'm gonna get through this" Louis sighed and Zayn rolled his eyes but nodded and jogged to his room.

Louis's stomach was in knots and he just wanted to run. Run away to Spain and never have to deal with his fears but he knew that wasn't realistic. He always ran when things got scary. He ran when he found out his mother had cancer. He pretended it wasn't real and shut off his phone for months. He didn't want to know, he knew he would never recover if he had to deal with something like that. So he moved, cut off all contact with his family and pretended it was all fine, still not knowing what state his mother was in. Not even Zayn knew about this. Louis knew he was a pussy but he couldn't control it. It was just encrypted in his brain that when you're scared, just pretend your problem doesn't exist and it will go away. But no matter how far he ran, the guilt and pain would always be there deep inside of him and there was no escaping it.

Zayn returned from his room with a freshly rolled joint in his hand and Louis was shook from his thoughts. Louis always fooled himself into thinking weed could solve his problems. Sure it made him more cool, calm and collected but he couldn't be high forever and sooner or later he'd have to face reality.

"What time are you supposed to pick Harry up?" Zayn asked, lighting the joint as he spoke.

"He gets off work at 6, so I'm picking him up at 7" Louis replied, anxiously waiting to get high and ease away the butterflies in his stomach.

"Aight we got time then" Zayn replied coughing a little as he spoke, a smoke cloud escaping his lips at the same time.

Thirty minutes later and the boys were stoned to the bone.

"Bro lets light another one" Zayn suggested laughing as he stood up too fast and stumbled a bit.

"Fucking dumbass" Louis criticized, laughing hysterically.

Zayn returned to the couch, another lit joint in his hand and a bag of crisps in the other.

"I wonder how many crisps you'd have to eat to explode" Louis wondered outloud.

"bro same" Zayn replied two minutes later after very carefully considering what his roomate had just said.

The the two of them burst into laughter at the same time due to Zayn's delayed reaction.

After a few minutes, Louis' heavy eyes led him to sleep and it wasn't for a few hours until he jolted awake and gasped.

"shit fuck shit fuck!" Louis yelled, jumping off the couch and over Zayn's peaceful sleeping body. He aggressively grabbed his phone and buried his face in his hands when he saw the time.

8:03

"FUCK" Louis screamed, racing out of the flat and to his car.

He repeated the swear the entire way to Harry's house. Maybe he wouldn't notice or maybe he wouldn't care. But despite Louis' denial there was no way to put it other then; he fucked up.

When he parked in Harry's driveway he viewed himself in the side window and wanted to punch the glass. His eyes were bright red and his forehead was coated in sweat. His hair was messed up due to the nap and he was a hot mess. He was considering just driving away but his thought was interrupted by a tapping on his window. He rolled the window down to reveal a tall blonde girl looking rather pissed off.

"He's inside you prick and you better have a good reason for standing my brother up or I'll skin you alive" she snarled, giving Louis an intense glare. Louis thought she was finished but she continued, "He's only 17 you fucking bastard" She screamed before angrily running to the mailbox down the street. Louis was silent. He felt so overwhelmed and consumed with fear. His head ached and he just wanted to go to sleep and wake up to find out this was all just a nightmare but he had no way of escaping this. He was a prick and he needed to face the consequences and not just weasel out of it like he always did.

"Fuck" was all he said as he hit his head against the steering wheel. He sighed and opened the car door. He rang the doorbell. No answer. He was just going to leave but he turned around to see the blonde girl glaring at him from the mailbox so he rang again.

This time the door was swung open and the first thing Louis saw were those emerald eyes. But they weren't sweet and innocent like usual. They were pissed. "leave me the fuck alone!" Harry yelled, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence. His sweet and sugary voice was broken and he sounded like he needed to cry. Harry slammed the door and Louis' heart ached. He didn't even deserve to have met Harry. He really was a prick. He had bad intentions from the start and now he was breaking a sweet innocent boy's heart. Louis had never felt this kind of pain. He never hated himself until this moment. All he wanted to do was run in front of a bus and force it all to go away.

Angry tears filled his eyes and he let his numb body lead him back to the car. He didn't have it inside himself to ring again. He just wasn't strong enough to hear Harry's broken voice again.

So he drove to the bar.

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