Louis' POV

It was 10 pm and Louis was worried out of his mind.

Where the fuck was Harry!? He had promised in that little note of his that he'd be here tonight and he wasn't one to go back on his promises... so why wasn't he here yet?

For over the past hour Louis had been calling him and messaging him constantly but there wasn't a single response on Harry's side.

Louis had always been one to get paranoid easily and his thoughts were driving him crazy.

What if Harry had gotten into an accident? What if he was lying in some cold ditch somewhere with broken bones or a concussion or something?

Fuck.

Louis gripped his hair in frustration. He grabbed his coat, his keys and a flashlight and rushed downstairs, searching the entire neighbourhood, the air was cold and chilled him to the bone but he needed to find Harry.

The warmth he'd feel when Harry was in his arms was worth searching around in the cold for.

After another hour of hunting around in the darkest, lonesome corners of the area, Louis decided to return back to the apartment, tired and dejected.

Even as he turned the key in the lock, his heart lifted a little hoping that maybe Harry was back while he was gone.

But he wasn't.

Maybe he was just over thinking it, maybe Harry had got caught up in work or something.. who the hell gets caught up in work till 10 pm!? Maybe his phone died.. but it was still fucking ringing.

He splashed some water on his face, the ice cold water sending a jarring shock through his body and helping cool his burning thoughts.

He had been practicing what he'd say to Harry ever since he had gotten home roughly four hours ago and he just wanted to say it as soon as he could, with a heavy confession to make and the heavy thoughts on his mind, Louis felt weighed down, like someone was balancing blocks of metal on each of his shoulders.

He sat down on the sofa and switched on his television wrapping himself up in warm blankets.

He'd stay up. Even if it took Harry all night to get home, he'd wait up.

-

Louis was just drifting off to sleep on the sofa, his eyes drooping wearily when he heard the key turn in the lock.

What time was it!?

A glance at the clock told him it was roughly half past 12.

He rushed to the door, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants and smoothing his sleep tousled hair.

The door opened just as he walked up to it.

Louis had watched movies, he had read books, he technically knew what heartbreak should feel like. But nothing prepared him for this.

When he saw Harry stumble into their apartment, their home, drunkenly clutching someone's shirt collar, someone else's tongue in his mouth, Louis fell apart.

It wasn't like his heart had broken it was as though his whole body had been slammed against a wall, repeatedly, over and over again as though taking care to break any parts that weren't broken the previous time.

He couldn't move, he couldn't talk, all he could do was look on in blind horror as the two made out against the door, Harry's eyes closed, not realising what he had just done to Louis.

He wanted to move, he really did, but it was like his body had frozen up, he felt like if he even tried to take one step forward, he'd fall and crumble away into the dust.

The tears began to pool in his eyes and he made a strangled noise as his throat choked up.

Immediately, Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked at Louis standing there with his small face almost white and drained of blood.

Louis wanted to tell them to move, he wanted to tell them to get away from the fucking door so he could get out of the apartment but his senses weren't working.

The guy Harry was with seemed to notice him too and moved aside to let Louis go.

Louis took one small shaky step forward and then he was running.

Running away from the apartment, running away from this mess he had gotten himself into.

He heard Harry yell after him, barely able to put his words together because of how drunk he was.

He ignored Harry.  He didn't want to hear his voice.  He didn't want to see his face.

Louis didn't know where he was running, he didn't know what he was doing but he trusted his senses to take him somewhere safe.

He stopped in front of Niall's house, his face streaked with tears and his heart paining, he was surprised he could even feel his heart anymore, it should have been crushed into pieces the minute he saw Harry kiss..

No.

He rang the doorbell frantically hoping Niall's parents weren't at home.

The last thing he needed was for Niall's parents to see him like this and ask him questions. He had gone through enough in one day.

A few seconds later a very sleepy and confused Niall answered the door, quickly looking awake when he saw the condition Louis was in.

"Louis?-"

But Louis couldn't say anything he fell onto Niall, the other lad holding onto  Louis immediately, his arms protectively around his back.

"It hurts Niall, make it stop. Please make it stop."

Author's Note

I cried while writing this