SOLITUDE

Chapter Twenty

Louis didn't actually know where he was going. In fact, he perhaps, maybe, was a little lost.

Honestly, very lost he thought to himself, blue eyes fixed on the pavement beneath his feet. His black beanie was pulled over his messed up hair (and it wasn't even the usual perfectly styled messed up hair with half a can of hairspray used up on it, more like he just got out of bed; brushed his fingers through the messy strands and left it how it is) to more or less hide it from other's eyes. He couldn't even see where he was going, having his clouded with tears eyes staring down at the ground as he made his way down the unknown road.

So he didn't even realise when the sun has had set behind the many buildings of London, the moon now reflecting lights onto the dark streets. He turned into an alley - and it was like a deja vu, pretty much - with the dimmed lights and the rain thudding against the ground and he could remember the day he found Harry curled up against the restaurant wall - and the only thing that filled his mind was Harryharryharry.

But Harry didn't even love him.

Harry couldn't love him. There was no way because Louis was gone for just a few minutes and Harry was off kissing his best mate.

So he didn't love him. That was that.

And it wasn't exactly fair to Louis, was it? - What with the older boy being completely in love with Harry, who in turn didn't return the feelings. And he knew they weren't even exactly together either. But he thought Harry loved him, truly.

So if Harry didn't love him, all he had to do was take his mind off things. Simple as.

That's how Louis found himself looking up through his thick eyelashes at the big neon sign, hands buried deep inside his coat pockets and sighing in relief at the all too familiar scent of alcohol and cigarettes, and he struggled to keep his pace still as he stumbled towards the pub doors.

It wasn't one that he'd ever been at before - being familiar with Rose or something of that sort, a pub down the road from his flat where his mate worked and it was nice and cool and never too much, this one was much, much bigger, space stretching out for meters. And the people were not exactly familiar to him either.

"Hey there, you," he heard a soft voice whisper in his ear after ordering his second drink, clumsily sipping on the beverage. He flinched a little, unexpectant to the voice, and snapped his eyes to meet soft blue eyes, much like his own.

"Oh, hi - sorry I'm a bit jumpy," Louis stumbled over his own words, and he forrowed his eyebrows, turning back to the table as the stranger sat on the stool next to him.

Harry used to sit on his stool like this Louis thought, shaking his head right after. This was plain stupid. He was meant to get his mind off the curly boy, and it wasn't going to work like that. He looked up to meet the blue eyes and the smiling face.

"I'm Andy, and yourself?" The boy said, gently pushing his hair back. He had long hair, Louis noticed. Harry had long hair too, Louis thought, with a sigh. It was harder than he thought. He glanced back at the boy.

"Louis Tomlinson, lovely to meet you," He managed to utter out, a little bit confused at the stranger coming up to him to talk, receiving a smile from Andy.

"You're gorgeous, you are," The boy said quietly, almost in a whisper. Louis felt a shiver down his back, but it wasn't an exactly pleasant one. He didn't feel his heart flutter like when Harry told him he was beautiful, heck; even when the younger lad smiled his whole body felt warm. And there it was - Harry on his mind once again. He sighed, letting his head rest atop of his arms, folded on the table in front of him. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Louis hummed in response, sighing quietly. He drummed his fingers on the side of his now empty glass, the boy watching him curiously.

Louis looked up, smiling gently. "Want to go back to mine?"