It took everything Harry had to not throw his phone at the wall.
He had called Louis 37 times. He left countless voicemails, each one getting more and more desperate.
Harry called Louis for the 38th time, fuming when He still didn't pick up.
"Hey Louis, uh, it's Harry. I'm sure you already knew that, ha but I don't know why you're mad at me, but I really want to make sure you're okay. I... I don't want you getting hurt. Or hurting yourself. You're gonna try to get rid of me but it won't work, okay? If I did something wrong, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. But can you please just send me a text or something letting me know you're fine? Okay, I'll... I'll stop calling now. I, uh, bye."
Harry was torn between crying and going on an angry rampage. That wasn't really surprising - he felt that way a lot - but what if Louis wasn't okay? It seemed kind of selfish of Louis not to respond to his calls, which made him mad, but he couldn't help but feel extremely worried for him.
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It took everything Louis had to not throw his phone at the wall.
Harry had called him 38 times now, and it was getting on his nerves. Couldn't he be left alone? Of course, he had never had this problem before, so he didn't quite know how to handle it.
He didn't realize he had been crying until his mum walked into his bedroom. He loved her, but she always had the worst timing.
"What's wrong, baby?" She frowned. Louis looked up at her, and couldn't hold in his emotions anymore.
He sobbed, hiccuped, and shoved his face into his pillow.
"Oh, Lou," She cooed, "what happened? I love you so much, honey, do you want to talk about it? I can go make you some tea if you'd like."
"I want H-Harry!" Louis cried into his pillow, hugging it tightly and refusing to look his mum in the eyes.
"Baby, who's Harry?" She frowned. She didn't want some boy hurting her son's feelings.
Louis built walls in his mind, regaining composure. "He's not important, mum."
She was beyond confused. "Well-"
"Get out, mum."
She nodded, sighing and walking out of the room.
Louis got off of his bed, and placed his journal back into the top drawer. He sighed, glancing and the blades that he refused to take out. Sure, he wasn't going to talk to Harry, but he still wanted to stay strong for him. Somehow, it made sense to Louis
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Harry was a wreck. He was sure that whatever Louis was feeling, he was feeling worse. Why did Louis leave him? Harry was so glad to have someone, finally, and he let Louis slip between his fingers Stupid Harry.
It didn't take a genius to know that Louis wasn't quite.. emotionally stable, and Harry should have been much more careful with him. Maybe Louis was so insecure he didn't want to be with him? Harry wasn't sure, but he only had one thing that stayed on his mind.
He needed Louis.
That one thought remained in his head for hours. Harry simply couldn't function. Tears stuck to his cheeks, and he spent the afternoon staring at the ceiling of his apartment. He didn't want to move, unless it was because Louis was knocking at his door.
He missed everything about him; his hair, his vibrant eyes when he laughed, his new lip piercing - which shouldn't look so frucking good on him. Harry groaned, stuffing his face into the couch pillow.
"Louis, please come back." Harry croaked, hoping the air around him would carry the words to the boy.
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Louis stood in his bathroom, silently staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes grazed over his skin, picking out the flaws that had been delicately placed all over his body.
He scoffed, thinking about what he did to Harry. Who did he think he was?
Louis had one friend (which might not even be true now), and he let him go. Someone had finally been there for him, and he threw it away? Louis was an idiot.
Saying he hated himself was an understatement. He despised every little insignificant part of his being, and absolutely loathed the fact that he left Harry.
Sure, he wasn't going to change his mind, because there wasn't anything else he could do.
The clock was ticking, and Louis couldn't latch on to the curly haired boy.
However, Louis' mind couldn't help but drift to him.
Louis sighed, walking downstairs.
"Hey Louis-"
"Shut up, mum." He cut her off.
He left before he could see the single tear trickling down her cheek.
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