"I want to talk." Louis spoke confidently, fumbling with his sleeves and looking Harry in the eyes.
"About you." He added.
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Harry glared at Louis, and slammed the door in his face.
Louis stared at the door that was standing a good centimeter from touching his nose, in shock. Tears sprung in his eyes, and He began to run. So much for befriending someone, He thought as he sprinted down the street.
Harry, however, wasn't sad in the slightest. He was, in fact, quite happy with himself, for he wasn't going to let himself get hurt by Louis. Harry sat with his back touching the door and looked back at his cramped apartment. His place only really had a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room; nothing really special. Hell, the white paint throughout the house was beginning to peel in some places. It was definitely his home, though. It was all he had. And maybe it wasn't a mansion, but it had a comfy ass couch, a nice bed in his room, a TV, and a PS4. What more did he need?
Louis didn't have that luxury. He was homeless. Of course, he had a house and all he was still living with his mum, but it was nothing to him. He didn't belong there. He belonged with Harry, he thought, frowning. Louis panted, out of breath from running, and sat down on his porch. Sure enough, the tears that were previously threatening his light blue eyes tumbled down his cheeks.
Harry became more and more restless. He almost hoped Louis was still standing there, expecting him to open the door again; because, well, Louis was that kind of person. Or, Louis would be long gone, trying to forget about everything. Harry shouldn't have treated Louis so rudely, for he was sure that Louis didn't have any other friends.
Harry opened the door, and frowned. Of course he wasn't there. Although, when he went to go back inside, a small piece of paper caught his eye. Did Louis drop something? He picked up the paper, and smiled. It was his phone number. Louis must have left it behind when he went back to... wherever he had gone. Harry immediately felt even more shitty. He should've been trying to figure out how Louis was still alive, instead of leaving him alone and letting him die alone. Louis probably wasn't trying to simply mess with his emotions. Of course he wasn't, Harry realized, "I'm the only one who sees the numbers, duh."
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Louis picked up his phone that had been buzzing on the bed, seeing that an unknown number was calling him. Was it Harry? Louis sighed, staring at his poster-covered wall, and accepted the call.
"Hello?" Louis asked simply.
"Fuck Louis, I'm sorry. I've just been... in a shitty mood. Do you... want to come back? To my apartment? I really did want to talk, and I didn't really want to say it over the phone." Harry said nervously, nearly slurring his words together.
Louis thought for a moment. Should he? Harry sounded desperate, almost; and he really wanted to go back to Harry's place.
"Okay, yeah. Sure. Whatever." Louis mumbled, ending the conversation.
Louis sat on his bed, processing everything for a moment. He already said yes to Harry, but should he really go? Louis completely lost his previous surge of confidence.
To feel better, Louis piled nearly all of his bracelets onto his wrist. He took deep breaths, convincing himself that everything would work out.
He was, once again, ready to talk to Harry.
Harry let Louis in, and proceeded to sit on his couch, almost melting into the comfort it provided. Louis sat next to him, cross-legged. Neither of the boys spoke for a few moments.
"You're saving me, Harry Styles." Louis stated bluntly.
Well, fuck. Harry wasn't quite expecting that. He turned to face Louis, who seemed completely serious.
Harry ran his hand through his Dark curly hair, frowning a bit. How does one respond to such a powerful statement?
"What do you mean?" He managed to get out, his voice slightly cracking.
Louis' eyes flickered back to his own writsts, and his face crumbled slightly. He felt the tears coming back. No Louis, he thought, not now. Don't do this in front of Harry.
"Last night was going to be my second attempt at suicide. It didn't really matter to me, there was nobody in my life that would be affected. Nobody knew me, treated me like I meant something. I didn't have anything to bring to this world..." Louis paused, swallowing, "... and then you came along. In just hours I felt like the best person in the world. You gave me everything I needed. A reason. To stay, to hope for the better. And I can't thank you enough." Louis finished quietly, getting ready to leave. He started to feel really uncomfortable, almost not wanting to see Harry's reaction to his small speech. Louis looked at the ceiling, breathing slowly.
Harry needed a minute to take everything in. He felt quite lightheaded, looking back at the small flickering number above Louis' head.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Louis begain to smile slightly, and the number.... It changed. The number switched between zero and one, until it finally settled. At one.
Harry gasped, and nearly passed out. What the fuck was this boy doing to him, Harry thought helplessly.
"I think you're saving me too, Louis Tomlinson." Harry said back to Louis, trying to keep his confidence. Louis smiled, a full smile and attacked Harry with a warm hug. They began to cuddle on the small brown couch, letting the silence take over.
"Thank you, Harry." Louis mumbled, before falling asleep on Harrys's chest.
"Anything for you, Louis." Harry whispered, smiling at the fact that Louis' number had stayed at one. And, of course, that he had a beautiful boy asleep on top of him. Who would've thought, the outcast and the suicidal boy would make the best team?
It was hard to have much better than what the two had in that moment, and Harry knew it.
