I guess we started getting distant when he and Eleanor became really serious. I could've done things differently, and maybe he would be with me right now. I just never thought that I would have to compete for his affections with some girl.

It doesn't make sense though, because Liam and Danielle are already married, and I talk to him at least twice a day. Niall has a beautiful girlfriend, and I see him at least once a day. Zayn is single as of right now, but he's always in and out of relationships. That's never stopped him before.

So why does it seem to stop Louis? Louis and I had always been closer, so why would he let some girl get in the way? It just doesn't add up to me...

But there's nothing I can do about it now. If we were really meant to be, we would be together by now.

"Harry?" A voice called, sounding distant. They were still kind of far away, but I knew that voice.

Louis.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, I guess. Or maybe I just have crap luck. Yeah, I'm betting on the latter.

I wiped my face quickly with my sleeve, trying to erase all the evidence of my little crying fest. I don't need Lou stressed out any more than he probably already is.

"Harry! Where have you been, mate?" He asked, sounding out of breath and right behind me. Louis used to call me Haz, or Hazza.

That hasn't happened for a while though...

"Um, hey!" I said, trying to seem happy. When I was younger, I was a terrible actor. But I've gotten better. I had to, I'm always lying nowadays.

"Are you okay, mate?" He looked concerned, but I wasn't fooled. He doesn't care about me anymore. And he keeps calling me mate, like he's trying to prove something. I hate it.

"Yeah, mate." I say bluntly, and get ready to walk away. This will be the last time I walk away from Lou. I've given him so many chances, and he's always disappointed me. I don't think I can handle it anymore.

"Well, all right. The lads want to see you! We haven't all been together in a while!" He said, putting an arm around my shoulder as we started walking.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask bitterly, moving out from his grip. He's getting on my nerves... And I don't know what I'll do if he touches me again. Probably kiss him.

I rush ahead, trying to get the space that I so desperately need. I can literally feel him start to walk a bit faster, and it almost makes me slow down. Almost.

"I know, okay! I'm sorry I haven't always been there for you lads." Louis said, catching up to me just enough to put another hand on my shoulder. He turned me around, so that we were facing each other.

My breath started to get just a bit more uneven, and I'm sure Louis noticed. He didn't say anything though, and I'm grateful for that. I didn't respond, just continued to stare into those beautiful blue eyes. The eyes that I dream of every freaking night. I live for those dreams.

"Save me." He said it so softly, and he was gone so fast; I'm not sure if I had just imagined all of that.

Those two words gave me hope.

I counted to ten slowly, and then walked in after him. We can't have any more Larry Stylinson suspicions, that would just be terrible! Not.

As I walked in I heard some shouting and clapping. These people are crazy.

"What the f- Ooof!" Someone tackled me to the ground, and I'm pretty sure I know who.

"Niall! How are ya!" I jumped up and down along with him, feeling extremely gay as I did so. How ironic.

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