The Morning After

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So here's chapter eight it's not too long but some major things happen!

Chapter 8

Harry's Perspective

As Niall led me through the halls to Louis' room I didn't care about what he had to say. I only wanted to be there when Emilia woke up to make sure everything was fine and that if she needed someone I would be there for her.

I know I had only just met her but it was one of those rare moments in life when you meet someone and you instantly know you wanted to be their closest friend. Sure, I'm close to the boys, they're my family at this point but Emilia had this energy that I knew would always bring a smile to my face and that's what made me want her more and more.

"Look we took him back here last night and helped him to his bed, but he was blabbering some pretty foul words Harry. I'm going to go out on a limb and say he's pissed at you." Niall explains as we grow closer and closer to the East wing.

"Well he needs to stop with all this petty bullshit, I'm sick and tired of it. Look Emilia was assaulted by some drunk deadbeat last night and all he can think about is being pissed at me?!" I shake my head at how ridiculous Louis was being.

"I'm staying out of this, you two do this day in and day out, and I don't know how we've managed to stay together after all this time." Niall sighs in frustration.

"That's cause I always let him win the argument," I roll my eyes. Ever since I've known Louis there's always been this secret competition. No one ever says anything about it but you can feel the tension in the room.

When it came to sports Louis had all the best equipment, private lessons, the works. I relied on my dad's support, and any gear I could gather that worked. That's the thing about sports you can buy the best gear, coaching, and maybe even your spot on the team but that can only take you so far. Natural talent, dedication, and hard work is something my father taught me that no one could take away from me.

Any chance I would get I'd give my everything, I had even been recruited to a few schools for soccer, but I turned them down after my dad died a few years ago. But it wasn't just sports with Louis, it was academics, material items, friends, and now it seems like Emilia is just another one of those points he's trying to make. That he would always win.

As we arrived to the door, reality set in of how tired I actually was. I wasn't in any mood to start arguing right now and if Louis thought I was just going to stand there and take it well, I most likely was cause I'm running on almost no sleep.

"Right, well I'm getting the hell out of here, call me later when all this crap is over, go... Harry!" he awkwardly cheers while putting his fist out for me to bump it.

"What would I do without you?" I sarcastically reply while returning his fist bump.

"Don't be too hard on him Harry." He says scolding me.

"Me?! I'm always making compromises!" I yell as he skips away.

"Later!" I hear him say while turning the corner.

I grab the door and head inside while adding a knock. As I make my way in I find Louis sitting in his desk chair just staring at me.

"Alright you got me here now what is it you want?" I question him feeling grumpier than ever.

He shifts in his seat spinning left to right while gazing up at me thinking about something as he analyzes my face.

"Styles do you remember freshman year of school when we had that geography class together?" he asks while getting up and going to his window.

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