Truly, Madly, Deeply (Book 2 of the Summer Love series) || 1D

FOURTY: I'll Never Look Back

Briley's POV

    Harry goes over to his dresser and starts going through his things. He decided that since I'm moving in and I'll need space for my stuff anyway, now would be as good a time as ever for him to go through and clear out some of his own stuff. He works on combining his clothes into the top three drawers, leaving the bottom three for me. I sit on the floor and take my clothes out of my suitcase, separating them into three piles as I go: pajamas, sweatshirts, and undergarments. As I unpack I come across Mikey's hoodie and hold it for a second.

    "Princess, you alright?" Harry asks. Louis looks up too. I stare at the sweatshirt for a second longer, then fold it and put it in the pile with my other sweatshirts.

    "Mhm." I respond. He crouches down and kisses my cheek.

    "I love you." he says quietly.

    "I love you too. Thank you." I respond. He smiles and we both go back to what we were doing. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Louis smiling at us. I know he secretly thinks mine and Harry's relationship is really cute. But he'd never tell, of course. He'd much rather just make fun of us and embarrass us as much as he can.

    After about an hour, Louis' phone rings. Harry and I look over as he checks the caller ID. His face falls.

    "Of fucking course." he mumbles, still staring at his phone as it rings.

    "Who is it?" Harry asks. Louis looks up and answers.

    "Hi, Simon." Louis says. Harry's whole demeanor changes. He instantly goes into protective best friend mode.

    "Louis, hang up. I mean it." Harry says.

    "Yeah, we're all home. Why?" Louis asks, continuing his conversation with Simon and ignoring Harry.

    "Louis. Hang up." Harry says. Louis pulls the phone away from his ear for a second.

    "Harry, shut the fuck up. I'm on the phone." Louis whispers before holding the phone back to his ear. Harry listens carefully for Louis' next words. "...Oh. Okay, we weren't planning on it, but yeah, we won't." Louis says. "...Right. Is that all?... Well I'd like to speak to you about something..." Harry panics.

    "Lou, I don't think you should do this right now. You don't have to." Harry says quickly. Louis stands up and walks out of the room, still ignoring Harry.

    "...No, it doesn't require a meeting. I can just tell you now over the phone if you've got a minute." Louis says, his voice getting quieter as he walks down the hallway, presumably towards his room. Harry turns to follow him, but I grab his arm.

    "Let him." I say.

    "Absolutely not. He's not emotionally ready for the conversation he's about to get himself into." Harry panics, trying to pull away from me. I stand up and pull him into a hug, trapping him.

    "You don't live in his mind. Let him." I repeat calmly. Harry stays tense for a second, then hugs me back.

    "I'm worried." he says.

    "I know you are. It's Louis. He'll be okay. He'll be right back, I'm sure." I try to calm him down. He hugs me for a minute or two. I can literally feel his nervous energy radiating off of him. I start to sway him a little, hoping maybe if we dance around a bit, it'll help him get rid of his pent up energy. He sways with me and rests his head on my shoulder. We dance around for about five or ten minutes, which I'm sure to Harry feels like a lifetime. He eventually pulls away from me and shakes his head.

    "Okay, I have to go check on him, it's been too long." he says, walking out the door. I sigh and go back to unpacking.

Harry's POV