We Met Online (L.S.) (Completed)

Chapter 8

LOUIS

(March 28th, 2015 5:38 p.m.)

Harry: Hey there Louis.

Harry: It's officially been 11 days since you have talked to me.

Harry: And I miss you like crazy.

I missed him too. It had become so normal for me to wake up with texts from him, wishing me a good day, or just telling me good morning. I had to stop myself now from reaching for my phone to talk to him.

Harry: I just wanted to let you know that you don't need to hide away from me just because you let out your feelings, drunk or not.

I let out a soft chuckle at that. For the next few days after I drunkenly told Harry how I felt, I locked myself up in my room, refusing to talk to anyone. Not only was I immensely ashamed, I was also angry at myself for two reasons. One, because I thought I might have ruined his relationship with Niall, and as much as I want him, he is happy. And two, I was angry at myself for breaking my most important rule. Letting out my emotions to other people. I learned the hard way to keep my emotions inside, because I would only get hurt, but yet again, I failed. 

Harry: I'm also texting you for the first time in 11 days, so I just wanted you to know that I am not mad at you in any way, and hopefully you never thought that.

I let out a sigh of relief. A part of me did think that Harry would be mad at me, and considering his last text, it seemed almost certain that he was. Harry never swore. And I mean never.

Harry: You mean a lot to me, Louis.

Harry: More than you know.

Harry: Please don't shut me out anymore.

Harry: I don't think I can take it.

Tears welled up in my eyes at this. The last thing I wanted was for Harry to be hurting, but I knew this was for the best. I wasn't good for him, I would only end up ruining his life. I was just a sad, toxic, undeserving person with no potential ahead of him. And here was Harry, a bright, happy, talented boy who deserved the world. I couldn't take that away from him.

Harry: But, moving on. (I can see you reading these by the way.)

My eyes widened.

"Shit." I cursed.

Harry: But that's okay. I'm not asking you to respond.

I let out another sigh of relief.

Harry: I'm just glad you're still here.

Harry: I wanted to tell you about my day.

This made me smile. There was just something about him, even as upset as I was. Maybe it was his innocence. It was alluring.

Harry: I've been thinking that I want to become a singer. I know that you write songs, and I had hoped that you could help me. But, we'll see where this goes. Anyways, Niall and I went to Nandos, obviously, and we were walking out with some drinks after our meal, and of course, my giraffe legs failed me and I fell over and spilled all of my cold, cold drink on this lady. Keep in mind that outside it was no more than 10 degrees.

I snorted. That sounded exactly like something Harry would do.

Harry: She got so mad that it was actually funny. Niall was laughing his head off in the back, but, you know, I treat people with kindness, so I drove her to her flat so that she could change.

And this is how it went. Everyday, Harry would tell me about his day, the things that annoyed him, the things that made him smile. And at the end, he would always add a bit about me, why he was grateful to have me, why he needs me in my life, what he liked about me. That part always made me cry.

Harry: Here's today's reason why I'm grateful for you, Louis.

Harry: You're sassy and witty and you never fail to make me laugh.😃

I knew I needed to text him back, and explain myself. 

But I couldn't just yet. 

Later.