April 17th
Louis had been walking down the hallway when he spotted Harry talking to someone. He soon realized it was Shelly. He didn't want to spy but he just couldn't help it.
"… Do you want to go out with me?" He heard Shelly ask and he froze. What the hell was Harry going to do? Harry looked completely at a loss for what to do. Louis was behind Shelly but Harry noticed him right away.
What should I say?, Harry's eyes screamed at Louis in desperation.
I don't know!, Louis mouthed, his mind racing with different possibilities with how Harry could respond to the girl. Most of them were, of course, selfish. He wanted Harry all to himself.
Harry swallowed to calm his racing mind, Louis hadn't helped at all. And then he got a brilliant idea, if Shelley and he went out, no one would ever speculate that there was any more than a professional relationship between Louis and he, it was the perfect cover. He knew that Louis wouldn't love the idea but at the same time, it was the best option for them right now.
"So… what's the verdict?" Shelly asked, shifting uncomfortably between her feet. It wasn't that difficult of a question, she just wanted a simple yes or no answer.
Harry hesitated before replying, "Sure."
Shelly smiled widely before handing Harry a piece of paper with her number on it. "Great. I'll text you when I'm free." She purred before turning around toward Louis.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Tomlinson." She said before walking past him.
Louis glared at Harry. He didn't understand what Harry had just done or why. Hadn't he been the one who had kissed him the other day? Louis stalked past Harry and shook his head in disbelief.
Harry tried to explain but Louis just kept on walking.
I was just trying to help, Harry thought. He had had the best intentions in agreeing to the date and now he'd gone and messed everything up. That seemed to be how it always was for Harry. Thing could be going so well and then the next moment, they'd be plummeting down into the darkness again. He didn't want to go back to that. Louis was his light and he needed to find his way back to him. He just couldn't figure out how…
April 19th
Louis simply refused to read any of Harry's texts. He felt completely betrayed by what Harry had done. What did the girl have that Louis didn't have? Sure, she was a girl.. and she was Harry's proper age but she was dull. Everything about her screamed average. Louis just couldn't figure it out.
The note from Harry lay unopened on his kitchen table menacingly. He hadn't dared to touch it since the Shelley and Louis incident but he couldn't bring himself to discard it. It was a gift from Harry and it was the last thing that reminded Louis that there was still some hope in their relationship.
"What's got you all down in the dumps, mister?" Liam asked, walking into the kitchen and giving Louis's hair a little ruffle as he passed by.
Louis smiled at his friend, Liam always seemed to be in the best of moods and was always willing to show that he cared. Louis just wished that Harry could be the same way.
"Oh, well, nothing." Louis said as he began to rifle through some quick writes that he had collected at the end of the class that afternoon. As he stumbled upon Harry's he felt an urge to cry but then stashed it back in the pile and collected himself. He couldn't believe how pathetic Harry could make him feel. His emotions seemed to always run wild on the subject. It wasn't fair that their had been so much promise in the kiss they had shared and now Harry had ripped that away as if it had meant nothing. Maybe he had just been experimenting? Louis didn't know but he was done with it. He wondered why things couldn't just go right for him like they did for so many others.
Just when the game had ended, an entirely new one had begun.
"It's not nothing, clearly. Dish." Liam commanded, sitting down across from Louis, munching on an apple. He sounded like a therapist and while it felt a bit demeaning to Louis, he decided to indulge his friend because, well, he could use the advice and he trusted Liam completely.
"Ok. Don't make fun of me because I am aware that I am being extremely petty about the situation but… Harry got asked out by a girl in the class and well, he said yes to it." Louis explained, his fists clenching in frustration as the scene from two days prior played back in his head.
"Uh… what? That doesn't even make any sense to me." Liam expressed, shaking his head with confusion. "Didn't he kiss you the other day?" He continued.
"Yes, he did. That's why I don't understand what's going on. I mean, right before he did it, he passed me this note thing and then he goes and agrees to going out with someone!" Louis cried aloud, pointing to the note to show Liam how ridiculous the situation really was.
Liam thought about what he had just heard and then smiled. "Read the note, Lou." He instructed.
"No. After what Harry did to me, why is there even a point? He clearly doesn't care at all about me anymore." Louis countered, feeling like a dramatic teenager about the whole thing but he no longer cared what he looked or sounded like.
"Louis! It's clearly a love note. How can you not see that? Why would he write you a love note and then accept to go out with someone else? Just stop and think for one moment about this from his point of view. Please." Liam objected to Louis's hysterics, pushing the note toward his roommate.
Liam's comment made Louis stop for a moment. And think. He let his fingers ghost over the note before pulling into his palms. As his fingers clutched the thing, he felt some sort of peace rush through him. He unfolded the note and began to read.
Satisfied, Liam nodded and stood up from the table. He left the room, proud that he had been so motivating to Louis.
As Louis read, he began to feel more and more like an idiot.
Harry cared. He really did care.
There was a reason. He hadn't just done it randomly. Harry accepted the date for a reason. Louis just had to find out why. This research would require sending a text, so he pulled out his phone and wrote:
Haz,
I read the note. I was confused and angry before but now… Just tell me why.
-Lou xx