Harry didn't sleep at all that night.
He couldn't even close his eyes knowing that at some point in the night, Louis was going to... yeah. He didn't want to say it.
He had spent the rest of the day before with Louis, blasting music and having a little private party in Harry's room. Louis had been smiling so much, and Harry was so afraid it had all been fake.
Harry was mad, no actually pissed at himself, for letting Louis in. If he had never even talked to Louis, He wouldn't have been crying into his pillow, feeling lonelier than ever. If he had never talked to Louis, he wouldn't feel so fucking shitty.
When 6:45 came, Harry looked at the rising sun and flipped it off. He wasn't in the mood for seeing stupid pretty things, he was in the mood for seeing Louis. Although, Harry did kind of think Louis was a bit stupid yet pretty. Louis wasn't going to leave his mind for a very long time, Harry realized.
Harry stumbled around the small apartment, throwing on random clothes. They all looked similar, and Harry was in no mood to care about his appearance. He threw on a pair of old converse, and grabbed his backpack. He didn't want to go to school, but it would at least serve a little distraction from his thoughts.
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Louis was there.
He wasn't dead.
Louis sat in the back of class - again - and looked even better than the day before; unlike Harry, who definitely looked like a quite disgusting zombie.
What. The. Fuck.
Harry was dumbfounded. Louis' number was still at zero though. It had definitely been over 24 hours, but and Louis was completely fine. Harry cursed to himself for getting so emotional about the kid. You're such an idiot, Harry angrily thought to himself.
Harry was completely done with everything. Louis was eating away at his heart, tearing him down. And Harry wasn't gonna continue letting him do that. So, he threw his desk.
Not at Louis, or at anyone, really. Harry was just mad at everything, like usual.
Everyone in the classroom gasped, and the teacher looked pissed. Whatever.
Harry silently walked out of the room, heading back home. I could use a nap, he decided.
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Harry's eyes shot open as he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock, 5:37pm. He sighed, and opened the door to reveal Louis. Standing there, looking completely ..... not-dead.
"I want to talk." Louis spoke confidently, fumbling with his sleeves and looking Harry in the eyes.
"About you." He added.
