The Wedding ✔

Chapter 20

When Louis woke up on Sunday morning, he almost panicked. It took him a few minutes to remember that he was back at home. He stared at the ceiling, taking deep breaths. He was a little bit overwhelmed when he thought about everything that had happened before, and during, the wedding.

Everything felt so surreal. It all had happened so fast and unexpectedly that Louis couldn't even truly understand what had exactly happened. Somehow he had managed to develop feelings towards Harry, fuck up his best friend's wedding and make Harry hate him. Oh, and get his life ruined.

And now Zayn knows that Louis had sex with Harry even though Zayn especially told Louis not to have sex with Harry. And Louis had stolen Zayn's car. Louis just knows that he will die when Zayn gets back. He just knows.

Louis rubbed his eyes, and pushed everything out of his head. It was too early for thinking. He crawled towards his phone which was on the floor next to bed. Louis tried to open it, but the screen remained black. Right.

Harry. That fucking adorable boy. Louis rubbed his eyes and sighed. He need to figure out how to get that ridiculously cute lad out of his head. Louis didn't want to date him nor have a crush on him.

Louis was quite sure that if he just fucked some other guy, he'd forget Harry and everything would go back to normal.

But there was a little twist in Louis' stomach when he thought about having sex with someone else than Harry. Louis, however, decided to ignore that twist since the whole point is to get those kind of twists dead.

Louis pulled his sweatpants and t-shirt on, and went into the kitchen. He wanted to eat breakfast because eating makes you feel better and Louis really wanted to just feel better.

***

"Harry? Please open the door."

"Go away", Harry whispered back to Niall, leaning his head against the door. They had been repeating the same things for fifteen minutes and Harry was quite sure that soon Niall would go and then Ed would take his place. They had done that for hours.

"We're worried about you", said Niall. "Liam is really worried about you. He got married yesterday but still he's sad as fuck."

Harry closed his eyes, holding back his tears. "Tell him that I'm really sorry."

Because Harry really was. He felt so bad that he wanted to scream and cry and scream some more. He was sure that everyone hated him.

"He doesn't blame you", said Niall. "It's Sunday, Harry. You've been there since the wedding- you need food and someone to talk with. You need to suck it up."

Harry opened his eyes. "I don't want to suck it up. I wanna drown in self-pity."

"Open the goddamn door, Harry!" Niall snapped in frustration.

Harry opened it because he wanted to scream to Niall's face that he should leave him alone but before he had the opportunity to even open his mouth, Niall took a step and held the door, yelling, "Liam, he opened it!"

"Traitor", Harry muttered, glaring. He was ready to kill the Irish lad but then Liam ran towards him and literally jumped on Harry, wrapping his arms around the younger boy.

Harry stared at Niall over Liam's shoulder, eyes widened. Niall smiled gently and then smoothly closed the door and left Harry and Liam alone.

"I was so worried about you", Liam mumbled against Harry's neck, giving it a gentle kiss. "When my father told you to stay in your room, he didn't mean you should start fasting, you idiot."

Harry started to cry.

"I am so sorry, Li, so sorry", he sniffled. "I ruined your wedding, I ruined Louis life, your dad hates me and I'm so, so sorry."

Liam leaned away so that he could look harry deep in the eye. "Harry..."

"Please forgive me", Harry whispered.

"Harry, listen to me", said Liam, cupping Harry's cheeks gently, "You didn't ruin our wedding, okay? You didn't ruin Louis' life either. My father doesn't hate you, he loves you. Harry, everything is fine. Or... everything will be fine." Liam gently caressed Harry's cheeks. "Okay? Everything will be fine, Haz."

Harry sniffled. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that", Liam smiled, hugging him again. "Do you wanna talk about... him?"

Harry quickly pulled away, shaking his head rapidly. "No, definitely not. And you know, there's nothing to talk about, so... I made a mistake, he left and I'm sad because I've a crush on him and holy shit, I'm such a cliché."

"Harry..."

Harry smiled weakly, shrugging. "Don't worry. I'll get over it and maybe Louis and I can be friends some day."

Even Harry didn't believe himself.

"What if Louis has a crush on you too?" asked Liam, tilting his head slight.

Harry shook his head. "You know that's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible."

Harry shook his head again, stepping away from Liam. "You know him better than I do, so you also know that there's no way he'd have a crush on me."

Liam furrowed his eyebrows. "Harry, just because Louis doesn't do relationships, doesn't mean he can't have feelings, exactly the opposite, actually- Louis is very sensible person. He has feelings, but he just doesn't act on them."

Harry walked away and sat on the couch. "Still, he doesn't like me like that. He just likes... liked my body."

Liam sat down next to Harry, placing his hands over Harry's shoulders.

"Hey", he said gently. "Just stay strong, alright? Don't let him bring you down. You're both grown ups, you can handle this."

Harry didn't answer because he didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he even wanted to see Louis ever again and that feeling might be mutual, for all he knows.