This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. (:
It's been a solid week since Harry had broken up with his girlfriend. A solid week of Harry pushing the rest of the boys away whenever they would try and get close to help him. A solid week of awkward moments as a group when they would just sit around in total silence – something the boys of One Direction had never really encountered before Harry's break-up. A solid week of a living hell on Earth, especially for Louis. The two practically lived off one another and relied on the other to bounce off of – whether it was jokes and laughs shared between one another or with the whole band as one, so if Harry was down, Louis was too.
For days now he had been trying to coax Harry into talking to him without any success. "Harry, please," Louis begged, knocking on the bathroom door that Harry had locked himself in again for the 4th time that night. Harry had fallen silent, so Louis pressed on. "Let me try and help you, please. I can't stand to see you like this." he almost whispered, pressing his forehead against the wood of the closed door, hand wrapped around the door handle so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white.
"Fuck off." He heard the raspy voice on the other side of the door, obviously dry and raw from tears, he guessed. Louis was taken aback, Harry was his best friend, he couldn't just sit around and be bossed around like that, but both him and Harry knew that he would never raise his voice at his friend – he wasn't that sort of person. He just wished that Harry knew how much it hurt HIM when he pushed him away like that, even though he's only trying to help and Harry probably didn't even mean it.
Louis felt a shuddering chill of defeat run down his spine, and with a heavy weight in his chest, he sighed deeply. He wanted to give Harry a sharp remark so that he could feel better about Harry brushing him off so easily without even a second thought but he couldn't find it in him to even talk anymore. All he could simply do was slide down against the other side of the bathroom door, roll his head back and rest his head against the hard frame and sit there and wait Harry out, no matter how late it got. No matter how tired he would eventually become if Harry holds out long enough.
Not long after a uncomfortable silent spell echoed through the hotel room between them, Louis began to hear a loud sob that was soon muffled after the first second or so. There was no mistaking what that sound was, and the only thing he could do was try and bear with the amount of pain he felt in his heart when he heard something so heartbreaking. Hands shaking, the Doncaster boy pushed himself on his feet again, hands gripping the door handle with cold sweaty hands.
"Please. Please. Open the door." he said in a small steady voice, fighting to keep desperation out of his voice so that he didn't seem so vulnerable as he was. "I'm begging, Harry." Louis' voice broke towards the end, not realizing it until it was too late that tears had started to stream down his cheeks and blurred his vision.
A long stretch of silence between the both of them had started again, and it scared Louis enough that he held his breath just in case he missed something that Harry was doing that he wouldn't normally hear if he was breathing too was the unmistakably click of the door handle unlocking, and Louis felt it give way slightly under both of his hands that he desperately gripped with both of his hands. Finally letting out a puff of air that he had been holding, he couldn't help but smile. Now was his chance – he will fix Harry.
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