Locker 17

Chapter 51

*Louis' POV*

"Why the fuck are you laughing, don't you think I should be the one laughing?" Harry begins to say.

"You really thought I, believed you were Louis? I'm not stupid Harry." What does he mean? Has Harry been texting Noah this whole time, no.

"Well you sure seemed to believe me in those texts, or is it that you want to look like the smarter one here, so you're lying." He did! I fight the urge to get out of the car and tell Harry off right then and there. Instead I stay in the car, hoping to hear more. It's obvious Harry can't see me by the dark tinted windows.

"No, you have it all wrong. You're the one who believed that I thought you were Louis, I know Louis more than you do. Those texts, I knew that they weren't coming from him. First of all, Louis has his own way of texting. Second, Louis never stopped texting me from his own phone. I'm just here to settle things with you." Fucking shit. This is exactly what I didn't want. I Harry fucked up this time, but now it's back to me.

"Settle things?" Harry laughs.

"Yeah, for you to stay away from Louis." Noah is just making things worse, I knew he wouldn't let this go that easy.

"This isn't comedy central, why don't you just jump to what you're here for." What does Noah want? Fighting Harry better not be it.

"You are funny, aren't you. Guess Louis was wrong about your sense of humor." Great, now Harry's going to keep on questioning how Noah knows that. Fucking Noah can't keep shit to himself.

"What the fuck do you fucking want you dip shit!" Harry yells, his yells are so loud they could probably be heard from the other street.

"Louis. I want him." What the fuck! I hit my head against the back of the seat, letting Noah come was the worst idea. What the fuck did I get myself into.

"Well you can't fucking have him! He's mine not yours, I love him and you don't. You had you're fucking chance at being his, but you fucked everything up. Do you have any idea of all the shit you put him through? He was fucking suicidal because of you! You made him miserable back home! I don't fucking know you but I know damn well that you hurt him, bad. Out of all the things you want, he's the only thing you can't have, not anymore. You had your fucking chance and you took it for granted. Spreading all the rumours about him, making everyone hate him? People like you make me sick. Taking advantage of ones feelings, do you have any idea what that's like? Of course you don't. The whole fucking reason I did all this was to at least teach you a fucking lesson, and make you feel the pain Louis felt because of you. You don't deserve Louis, not after all the fucked up shit you caused him! And no I won't let you fucking have him." My chest tightens by his words. He means every word that he says. Harry is always so hard headed we won't tell me all these things, or tell anyone else. To hear him say those words when he thinks I'm not around only makes me realise how much he actually does "love" me.

"Beautiful. No need for the whole sob story Harry. I learned my lesson, I know now not to mess with anyone's feelings but yours. Why? Because you're the one that doesn't deserve Louis, he's too good for you. I don't even need a fucking need to be having this fucking talk with you, you know why? Because he was never yours, he was always mine. Am I right? Considering he love me first." No he fucking didn't. Before I know it, Harry is on top of Noah, beating the shit out of him, a sight I'm too familiar with now.

I open the car door slowly, hoping Harry doesn't take notice of me. I shut it softly, not making any noise. It's dark outside, only the street lights on the sidewalk illuminate the parking lot. Thankfully he still can't see me, considering that the lights are quite far. I make my way towards Noah, he doesn't look too bad. After all Harry did back away, which is unusual.