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It's Okay

Harry made me go home with him and Niall. I wanted to go to my house and head back to my classes. Harry said 'No. You're too sick.' even though I've been going to classes for like a year. I try to tell him that my friends will miss me so Harry takes me to my school so I can tell them that I'm not dead, or getting kidnapped by my husband.

Because apparently Harry and I are still married.

When we get to my school I head up to my friend Cassidy first.

"Hey Samuel," She greets. Harry stayed in the car, thankfully. I don't want to explain the Samuel thing to him.

"Hey Cas," I say slowly. I smile softly. "I won't be in school for a while. I wanted you to know that I'm not dead or being kidnaped but going to live with my hu-. Friend. My friend I'm sick and he lives near the hospital." If, you know, living near the hospital meant being half an hour away. Cassidy knows about me being sick, she just doesn't know my real name. I'm kind of like Batman, or Superman. I smile to myself.

"Well, I hope you feel be- HOLY SHIT IT'S HARRY STYLES!" I turn around.

"Oh. My. Godness. Look at those legs. If it wasn't for those jeans we'd be able to see... Okay I got nothing," I say. I turn to Cassidy. "Hide me." She raises an eyebrow then her eyes grow wide. Someone's hand in on my shoulder.

"Lou are you alright?" Harry asks. I turn to him.

"Shhhhh. My name is Samuel," I hiss. I turn to Cassidy. "He's confused." Harry's hand is still on my shoulder so I move away. He looks hurt again. A crowd of people have gathered around us. I can feel myself shaking. Tears are gathering in my eyes as Harry explains everything. Cassidy turns to me, her eyes wide. I run from the school. Someone tries to grab onto my shoulder but I push them away, a sob escaping my lips. Before I leave the school I turn towards the crowd.

"I HATE YOU HARRY!" I scream. I start to feel dizzy due to talking and yelling and running. I reach Harry's car, where Niall is sitting, reading something on his phone. I collapse onto the hood, most likely making Niall jump. I hear the car door open and feel Niall's hands on my back.

"Louis what's wrong?" He asks.

"I hate Harry," I cry.

"What? Why? Louis what did he do?" I shake my head. I don't really have a reason to be mad at him. He didn't know that people knew me as Samuel at school. I guess I'm just mad at the world for making me sick. I get off the hood of the car and see Harry standing near the school, watching me.

"I'm dizzy," I mumble. Niall helps me into the car, laying me across the back seat.

"I'll get Harry," Niall says.

"Tell him I'm not mad anymore," I mumble, closing my eyes.

~

Harry wakes me up when we get to my place. We have to get my medicine and glasses because I act like I can see, when really I can't. It's when I enter my house that my cat flings it's self at me. I forgot about my cat. I hold her or him, I don't remember, in my arms and turn to Harry.

"This is my cat, named...." I check my cat's collar, "Well it's name is Cat. How creative," I say. I hand Harry Cat and walk off into my apartment. I grab my glasses and put them on then search for my medicine. I find it in the kitchen and head back to where I left Harry. He's observing some pictures a nice woman named Jay told me to put up, there's a lot of pictures of Jay and I, but I don't know why. There's one of Harry somewhere, that's how I know his name better than the other boys. Because Harry stares at me while I eat. Okay, that sounds creepy, but he's near the dining room table. Niall comes into my apartment a few minutes later with a suite-case. I don't say anything as he looks at he pictures too. I go up to Harry and take Cat from him, suddenly feeling sad. I used to know these boy... Men... Whatever they are. But now I don't. I look at Cat and kiss it's head. Harry asks me where my room is.

"Oh, I sleep on the couch," I say. He looks shocked for a moment before looking at Niall.

"Why?" They ask.

"I dono... I didn't have a lot of money left," I say. They look shocked.

"Not... Not enough money?" Niall asks.

"Yeah... I spent a lot on surgery. I guess that's how I'm alive right now," I shrug, "Why? Am I supposed to have enough money?" Harry sits down on the floor in what must be shock. I watch as he cries, his eyes distant. I turn to Niall who's still looking at me in shock. I sit on the floor and look at Harry, Cat still in my arms. Harry hugs me. I don't hug back, even after Cat escapes my arms. Harry buries his head in my chest.

"I love you, Louis. I love you and I'm so fucking sorry for this. Fuck I wish I had known," He says. I pat his head.

"It's okay."