"I'm sorry Hazza, I really am." Louis looked right into Harry's beautiful eyes, but Harry didn't look back and just looked away. He knew if he looked into his eyes he would be a bull to forgive.
"Well sorry does not change what you did!" Harry stood up, throw his hands up in the air with frustration and walked to the other side of the room.
"First you say you love me and then you go off with Eleanor!" Harry voice rose a bit when he said Eleanor's name. Louis didn't say anything and just looked down ashamed of what he had done. He hated hurting people in anyway. So he stood up and walked towards Harry
"I'm sorry" Louis said with a quiet voice. Putting his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I really am" Harry turned around and they stare into each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry" Louis repeats, when he was just a few centimeters away from Harry.
"I Love you Hazza, I always have. And not Eleanor it's you I love" Louis stares right into Harry's beautiful eyes and leans for a kiss.
"HARRY HARRY! WAKE UP! Harry could hear Liam's voice. "Harry wake up! It's already 14:30 we start rehearsal in an hour." But harry just turned his back to Liam and mumbled go away. But Liam stayed and stared to shake Harry. "Okay okay I am wake!" Harry said with an annoyed voice while pushing Liam a bit aside. Liam laughed and pushed Harry a bit back. He loved waking Harry up cause he would get so annoyed. Liam stood up and walked over to the door, opened it and just before leaving said "We are leaving in half an hour" and closed the door.
Harry sits up and looks around his room, to find that Louis's bed was empty. It had just been a dream, just a dream. Harry wanted it to be real but it wasn't. Louis had probably already had breakfast and was sitting down stairs with the others, laughing his beautiful laugh and smiling his beautiful smile. Harry usually hears Louis leave but not this time, it was probably because he was so In love with his dream.
Harry stands up and walks over to the bath room, opens the door and sees Louis on the bath room floor gasping for breath. Harry runs over to Louis with water in his eyes. Louis turns his head to look at the one he loved. A tear runs down Harry's cheek, as he takes Louis's hand and sees that he had cut himself. Not just a little, but really deep as if when he cut himself he could not stop. As if it just felt really good to hurt him self.