𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 °𝑳.𝑺° ✔︎

The one where it gets too much

(EDITED)

"Mom like I told you, he's not my type!" I pressed my head into my pillow, which I've been doing all too often the last few days.

I just shove Harry out that day and left him outside. Frankly I don't know what I had, still not. I feel pretty guilty since I basically shut him out, but at that moment I couldn't care less.

"Louis we both know you are each other's type, even Anne says so," my mom sat on the bed with me.

"I don't want to talk about it," I sighed.

I saw she wanted to protest but nodded and left the room. I stared at the ceiling, thinking what to do next.

After a while I decided to call my best friend since kindergarten, Liam and explained the situation to him.

"Louis..." He sighed. "Its kinda obvious mate, you like him and you're too affraid for rejection, but do you want to miss out a possible good chonce with the boy?" He told me.

I processed it, Liam was right. Maybe it would turn out well. I was so busy thinking about what could go wrong, but not what could go right. Its so dumb that I didn't think of this myself.

"Thanks Liam, I will have to make a call now so excuse me," I said and didn't wait for a reply and just hung up. He's my best friend and this happens quite often so he gets it.

I grabbed some clothes, took a long shower and buyed some flowers on the way to Harry's house.

I was wrong with my decision, so now it was time to make it right...