I lied on the cold wood floor of the tiny hallway. I was shivering but I just couldn't bring myself to get a jacket or turn the air down. Lou still hadn't come home after our fight, it was almost 7 in the morning and I was starting to get worried. I had nowhere to go, and even if I did I wouldn't know how to get there. On the positive side this wretched hallway had made me remember a few old memories of me and Lou moving our stuff in, but I was too upset to care. It was like I needed something to clear my mind.
I had woken up on the couch just hours later by the noise of my phone buzzing on the coffee table. I sat up but immediately layed back down, bad idea. I had a raging headache and the empty beer bottes on the table not going unnoticed either. Once again I sat up and put my feet on the ground. "Fuck!" I swore to myself as I stepped on yet another damn glass bottle. It had broken in half, nearly cutting my foot. I looked on my phone to see a missed call from a contact titled "Robin". My stepdad. I decided not to call back, I wasn't in the mood. Memories flooded my mind from last night, the fight, Lou storming out, getting drunk as fuck. I regretted all of it.
I contemplated my whole life in the long shower I had taken. I don't know what happens next. Is Louis even coming back? I feel so lost, is this what depression is? What the fuck am I thinking, I'm not depressed. My life might be fucked up right now, but I'm happy. Deep down, I'm happy.
I was going to take some headache medicine until I heard the ding ding of my phone. I walked over to it, seeing a message from Robin. I unlocked my phone and read the message:
"Do u no where gem is? She drunk called me last night saying there was an incident with louis and he wasn't coping. Is everything ok?"
I didn't even bother texting back, I grabbed my car keys and slid my phone into the pocket of my tight black skinny jeans.
At first I didn't have a clue where to go, but finally decided on going to Gemma's house and asking her if she knew where Lou was so I could solve this problem. I pulled into her familiar apartment complex. I smiled to myself as I remembered helping her move into this flat when she had started going to UNI. I found her flat and knocked lightly on the door. I heard swearing followed by the door opening, I figured she had been with her boyfriend, Liam.
"H-Hi Harry." she said, she looked nervous, and a bit buzzed. The only thing covering her pale body was a white blanket.
"Why are you naked? Were you drunk last night?" I asked her.
"Yes, yes. Um, I'm sort of busy, um... maybe now isn't the time?" She didn't even make eye contact with me as she spoke.
"Gem, what the fuck is going on?" I took a chance and pushed the door open and moved past Gemma.
"Harry, please!" she yelled after me.
I walked to her room and I swear I have never been more shocked. Standing there by the closet was a short, fluffy haired brunette. Louis fucking Tomlinson. He was wearing nothing but a sheet around his waist. "H-h-harry" he gasped. "Are you hungover?! Harry!" I felt tears forming in my eyes. This was the worst emotion I've ever felt. Sadness, betrayal, anger.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! FUCK YOU! THAT IS MY FUCKING SISTER! FUCK!" I yelled. Without thinking I turned and puched the wall, which only made me want to cry more because it hurt so bad. I practically ran out of the bedroom, I felt Gemma's arm grab me but I pulled away.
I got into my car and went to the first place I thought of. The bar.
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