Harry's POV

Harry didn't know what he was doing
The alcohol thrummed through his veins, they were in the elevator, Ethan's lips were pressed against his, Harry didn't want to stop him.

What was the point? It's not like his feelings for Louis would get him anywhere. He couldn't risk their what had in pursuit of something more. He needed to move on and this was the best way to do so.

The elevator doors opened with a ping and they walked towards Harry's apartment, still kissing, pausing only while Harry clumsily slotted the key into the door knob.

After that, Harry didn't know what happened, all he heard was one little gasp and it was like the alcohol completely drained from his body.

He'd recognise that voice anywhere, he'd recognise the pain in the voice anywhere.

His eyes snapped open.

He stood there, helpless, watching the colour slowly drain from Louis' face, seeing the torn expression on his face, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

But he didn't understand. What had he done wrong? Why was Louis reacting this way?

He called out after Louis as he rushed down the stairs.

His heart ached to go after him.

He needed to go after him. He couldn't let his Louis go.

He tried rushing after him but the alcohol deterred his steps, making him lose his balance and stumble forward. He was steadied by a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry? What's wrong? Who was that guy?"

Ethan. Fuck. He had forgotten he was still there.

"Ethan..I think it's best if you leave."

"But I don't understand?!"

He was worn out and exhausted and he was hurting somewhere, somewhere he couldn't exactly pinpoint.

"Not everyone is meant to understand everything Ethan, please leave. Please. I beg of you"

"Thanks for fucking wasting my time. You were a worthless piece of scum anyway. No wonder your little lover boy left you as well"

The words hurt.

Harry watched as Ethan stormed outside the apartment, slamming the door shut.

He sunk to the ground, his head throbbing in rhythm with his heart.

Louis had always made it clear that he and Harry were nothing more than friends that their relationship was nothing more than platonic..yet the way he reacted was as though he had walked in on Harry cheating on him or something.. nothing made any sense.

To top it all, he was so drunk that his thoughts mixed together and soon he wasn't able to distinguish between what was real and what was a fake part of his twisted, drunken state of mind.

His phone.. where was his phone? He needed to call Louis. Louis. Where was Louis? Why did Louis leave him like that? He wanted his Louis back. Would his Louis come back to him?

The phone rang but there was no answer.

Bones heavy and heart feeling as though it was being pricked with a hundred pins every second, Harry stumbled into the bedroom, fumbling around in the dark for the bear Louis had got him.

When he fell asleep that night, he was clutching the bear tightly against his chest, as though to try and hold together the pieces of his broken heart.

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Louis' POV

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

"Louis.."

Niall held him tight, not knowing what went wrong or what had caused his best friend so much pain but he knew that Louis needed him and that he needed to be there for him.

They stood there for a while, on Niall's front porch, Louis not moving, not saying a word and Niall holding him, wishing he could do something to lessen Louis' affliction.

After a while Niall gently suggested that they go inside and Louis looked up at him.

Niall took in his expression, his eyes were red, his face was tear streaked, his hair was messy from the sweat.

If it hurt Niall just to look at him, he couldn't even begin to comprehend how Louis must be feeling.

They walked inside and Niall ushered Louis towards his bedroom, his arms around Louis' shoulders all this while.

Louis sat down on the bed while Niall brought out a washcloth and handed it over to Louis.

"There you go, you just clean up a little while I make you some coffee and then we can talk about what happened if you want. Alright?"

Louis said nothing.

Niall busied himself in the kitchen, pouring up a cup of coffee for Louis and carefully carrying it up the stairs.

Louis reached out for the cup, holding it with trembling fingers and tentatively took a sip of the coffee.

"Don't want it." he whispered.

"Why Louis, did I not make it well?" Niall asked worried.

"Doesn't taste the same as Harry's coffee."

And then he choked up all over again, Niall awkwardly patting him on the back.

"I just want to sleep Niall, please let me sleep, I don't want to talk."

"Of course Louis, whatever you need."

"Can I hold you while I sleep?"

"Whatever makes you feel better." replied Niall as he clumsily tucked himself under Louis' arm.

But they didn't fit like him and Harry did. They didn't slot into each other like two halves of one whole.

He felt alone, he felt incomplete.

This wasn't even like when Harry was on his trip because even then Harry was still his, but now, he was gone. What they had, what they could have had, it was all gone, he thought to himself sobbing softly into his pillow.

Author's Note

Are any of you'll even alive after this?

Because I'm not.

Also guys, don't blame Harry, it really isn't his fault that he doesn't know how Louis feels, he was only doing what he could to lessen his pain.