Harry woke up at 6:00 am, cursing to himself for setting an alarm. Why did he think school was even slightly important? Like usual, he held up his middle finger to the sun. His hatred for the morning would never end.
Only a few minutes later, he got a call from a hysterical Louis.
"Harry have you seen my journal? It's like kind of big, it has brown leather, and it's super super important to me." Louis nearly yelled into the phone, panic evident in his voice.
"Yeah, actually. You left it outside where we got our piercings... but why are you calling me at six in the morning?" Harry asked groggily.
"Well, um, I didn't want to call you last night because I didn't want to wake you up, and I thought you'd be awake now for school, and I-I don't know." Harry blushed.
"Okay, okay yeah. I'll bring your journal to school, don't worry about it."
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Harry walked into the school, head down, and walking fast. He didn't want people to think he was approachable, even if he had warmed up to Louis. Louis was different.
As Harry scurried through the crowded halls, he managed to find the worried piece of shit (it wasn't an insult, it was true). It wasn't very hard to find him, for he was always standing alone by his locker.
Louis shut the door of his locker, and faced Harry. The two both blushed - for whatever reason - looking down and admiring their shoes. Harry wore black combat boots, and Louis had white converse.
"HOLY SHIT YOU DIED YOUR HAIR PURPLE." Louis spoke up, pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah, I did it at like midnight." Harry responded quietly. The two could definitely feel the "tension" building between them.
Louis nodded.
It had only been two days since Louis had word-vomited all over Harry. He definitely said things he wasn't expecting to tell anyone, but hey, it happened.
Louis' thoughts ran wild as they walked through the halls together. They had the same first class, anyways. They didn't really know if they had anything other classes together, since they kept skipping school.
The boy's heart stopped as he felt Harry grab his hand.
Their hands interlocked; knuckles, fingers, wrists, all perfectly aligned.
In that moment, Harry and Louis felt a surge of confidence. When they were together, they felt like they could take on anything. The second they gave up on each other, it wouldn't be hard to tell that things would end in tears. So, Harry told himself he wasn't going to let that happen.
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It didn't take long to notice that a lot of people didn't "support" such actions. Holding hands, and they're both guys? Many people looked at them with disgust, even their teacher.
This time, Harry abandoned his usual seat and sat with Louis in the back. They kept their hands tight; Louis' right hand paired with Harry's left, and the boys quietly kept a meaningless conversation.
After Louis finished a thought he was telling to Harry, he remembered something. Without even asking Harry, Louis grabbed his backpack and fished out his journal.
He opened it, and flipped through the pages. It was completely filled, all hundred pages convered in sloppy handwriting. Harry stole a glance, and became very confused. It's all just names?
Louis' journal only had names. Every single page. And it made absolutely no sense to Him.
Louis began to tear up, every name bringing a different memory to him. What did it mean? The curiosity was killing Harry.
"What are the names for?" Harry whispered. Louis immediately tensed up and looked at him.
"Nothing, I- uh, I really can't tell you." Louis rushed out, closing the journal and putting it deep down in his backpack.
Louis raised his hand that had been holding Harry's, and caught the attention of the teacher. "Can I use the bathroom?"
"I don't know, can you?" She snarled back.
"May I." Louis corrected himself annoyed.
She nodded
Louis walked briskly to the bathroom, and went into one of the stalls.
Reading the journal made him realize something.
He cried, for a very long time.
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Louis knew things he definitely shouldn't, and he made a very important decision.
He was going to shut Harry out.
He couldn't tell anyone, anyone, the things he knew. He just didn't realize he wasn't alone.
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When Louis had first left for the bathroom, Harry knew it wasn't because the boy needed to take a piss. While he had been looking through his journal, Harry saw Louis' number completely vanish. He didn't go after Louis, he had a feeling he knew what he was doing. It didn't scare Harry in the slightest, for some reason. However, it intrigued him.
He needed to know more about Louis.
They had only known each other for a few weeks, but Harry cared deeply about Louis. The feeling was definitely mutual, but Louis wasn't going to cling to him.
After the school bell rang, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He ran through the halls, to the nearest boy's restroom, and found Louis. Harry felt relieved to see him.
"Louis, are you okay?"
"Leave me alone."
Harry was quite shocked by his response, standing there dumbfounded as Louis pushed past him and walked out of the school. He didn't see Louis' tears.
It took all of Louis' self control to get away from. How does one abandon their only friend, when everything was going fine? It really wasn't, but he couldn't explain it.
Then he remembered. Aleah.
He had her number.
Louis pulled out his phone, texting her a simple Hey.
Hey, whats up?
She also added a few emojis. (Stupid Wattpad doesn't "except" emojis)
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Aleah got kind of annoying after a while. She wasn't as comforting as Harry, and preferred to talk about herself as much as possible. She was funny, and kinda nice, but that was about it.
Louis nearly vomited when Aleah showed interest in him. As in, being more than friends.
Gross.
She... wasn't really his type.
He liked people who would randomly make a sudden changes in their apperance, people who cared about him, and people who gave really good cuddles.
But that wasn't really important, was it? He had to stay away.
Louis had his reasons.
