My Best Mate's Secret (NonFamous 1D)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have been mates since primary school and tell each other everything. When Louis learns the one secret his best friend has been keeping from him, how would he react? Will they still be as thick as thieves, or will it separate them forever?

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2. Runaway

Harry's POV

I walked down an all white corridor, list and confused. Where was I? I continued to wander, hoping to find my way back to Louis' room.

A shimmering form stopped me. Her curly brown hair flowed just past her shoulders and her eyes sparkled, just like they did that last day. "Mum," I whispered. I fell to my knees at her feet and she gave me a small smile. "Harry," she said, my name falling from her lips the way it used to. I felt a tear fall. She reached forward and wiped away the trail it left behind. "Harry, I need you to be strong, for me. Don't stay in a bad place for me. In always with you, Harry. I'm with you, Gemma, and your father. I love you all, and I miss you all terribly. I have to go now, Harry." She waved, before fading away, leaving Harry alone. "Mum?" He asked. Silence. "Mum!" He called. Nothing answered.

He jolted out of bed, sweat caking his dark curls to his forehead. He sighed. It was a dream. It was all a dream. He was never lost in that white room. His mum never spoke to him. It all felt so real, though. That was the shocking part. I fought against the sobs that threatened to rip out of me like an angered dog in a cage. I took a few deep breaths and took in my surroundings.

I was in Louis' room, on his bed, although he was nowhere to be found. The clock beside his bed claimed it was 2 in the morning and I sighed. I must have cried myself to sleep. I threw the covers off of me and tiptoed to the door, creaking it slightly. Tommo's voice, along with another, drifted up the stairs and to the door. "Mum, he refused to stay here. That's why he broke down like that. He misses his mum. That's a given. They were close. He seems to be happiest there, where he can sense her. Mum, I won't force him to stay. I'm gonna head on up to bed, make sure he's okay." It was silent, but when I heard his first steps, I closed the door and jumped back into the bed. As I pulled the covers up to my chin and evened out my breath, the door creaked open and a steadily growing line of light lit up the dark room, only being blocked by Tommo's form in the doorframe. He sigh when he saw me. He turned on the light and I closed my eyes quickly as he made his way to my side and sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Mate, get up, come on," he urged. I grumbled and rolled away from him, my usual move when someone tries to wake me up. He chuckled lowly. "Whatever, it's 2 a.m anyway," he muttered, standing and walking away. I opened my eyes and saw him pull open his dresser drawer and pull out a pair of pajamas bottoms. He pulled his shirt up over his head and it fell to the floor, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. I closed my eyes before I saw anything else and got... Cough cough.. A problem. He walked back to the door to turn the lights off and hurried to the bed. I felt him crawl in and get comfortable. "Night, Hazza," he said, yawning. "Night, Tommo," I whispered back, knowing he wouldn't hear me
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I woke the morning morning to Louis' alarm blaring in my ear. I groaned and rolled over, bumping into Louis. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Louis smiling at me. I chuckled, but rolled out of the bed. He quickly followed suit. I grabbed my bag from the floor and pulled out the clothes I stashed there last night. I changed quickly, slipped on my shoes, and ran my hands through my hair. Louis shook his head, but didn't say a word.

"What?" I asked, looking around me. "Nothing," he replied, still smiling. I shook my head and grabbed my keys off of his dresser. "Come on, Tommo. We've got to get to class," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the car.

We got to the school rather quickly, partly it being that he only lived a few blocks away. As I pulled into a parking space, Louis sighed and I looked over at him. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. He shook his head and looked out the window. As I went to open my door, he spoke up. "I'm moving," he said, his broken voice barely above a whisper and I froze. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded. He looked at me, eyes brimming with tears. "My mom and Mark, things aren't working out like they'd hope. They're getting a divorce. Mom is taking the girls and me and moving to Doncaster," he explained, a few tears rolling down his face. I felt my face fall. "Moving?" I asked, voice soft. My best mate was leaving me. I sighed when he nodded. "Next week," he added. My heart shattered and I slammed my hands on the steering wheel, causing him to jump. "Damn it, Lou! Then why asking me to come stay with you and your family? Why even bother trying to make me feel better about my mum's death if you're just going to leave me too? Bloody hell, Louis! First my mum, then Gemma, now you! Bugger off, Lou!" I yelled before getting out of the car. I slammed my door and headed for the school. I heard Tommo close his and run after me. "Hazza, wait!" He yelled. When he reached me, he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. I looked into his crystal blue eyes and momentarily forgot why I was upset. "Harry, I asked you to stay with us because we wanted you away from that bastard. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you this way," he said before letting me go and walking into the building. I sighed, but stood there till he was gone for a few moments, then followed.

When I got inside, I heard him call for Eleanor, his girlfriend of three months and my heart broke again. Don't get me wrong, El was amazing and beautiful. With her shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes, it was easy to see why Lou fell for her and their personalities were so similar, it was uncanny, but she still had the one thing I wanted most, whether she knew it or not. "Louis!" She cried back, a huge smile forming on her face. She ran from her mates, Perrie Edwards and Danielle Peazer, her long white shirt bellowing out behind her. Lou caught her in a hug and smiled. "Hey, love, I missed you," he told her, causing her to burn red. El looked over at me, concern in her eyes, and I smiled. I couldn't be cold to her. I couldn't help it. She didn't know I was in love with her boyfriend. "Hey, Tommo. I'm gonna go. I've got to talk to Mr. White about my paper," I lied. He nodded, completely absorbed in the girl he held in his arms. I walked away, unsure of where I was going, until I found myself pushing open the doors to the boys' toilets. I stood in front if the mirrors and sighed. I didn't know my own reflection. The boy staring back looked defeated, like he realized he entered a game he was destined to lose. His green eyes were clouded and held a far away look. His curls were a mess. I gave up at trying to locate myself in him and fell against the cool tile wall. I slid downward until my bum hit the floor. Tears fell from my eyes as the images of Lou holding Eleanor flashed through my mind. My head fell into my hands. I'll never be good enough, I thought as the door opened. I lifted my head and saw my personal hell standing in front of me with a smirk on his lips. I tried to slide farther back as Liam Payne came closer with no luck. He had me cornered. A whimper escaped my lips and he laughed. "What's wrong, Harry? Did Louis finally figure out your little secret?" He mocked. A stabbing pain shot through me. He knew. I've known that he did, but hearing him bring it up hurt. He smiled at my pain. "Hmm, not yet? Maybe I could tell him? It'll save you the pain of doing it, wouldn't it? Then you wouldn't have to see the utter disgust on his face, the hatred that'll be there when he realized that you lied to him. That would be a sight to see, wouldn't it, Harry?" He asked, grabbing me by the arms. "Please, let me go," I whispered. He scoffed, but complied. He threw me against the wall. "You know what? I'm going to go find Louis. I have an awesome story to tell him," he said, walking out. I fell to the floor, broken. Everything in my life was ruined. My mum left me alone, Gemma gave up and left, and now Louis will want nothing to do with me. This is it, I decided. I can't take this anymore. I pulled myself off the floor and left the toilets. I was halfway to the doors out of the school when I saw Liam. Talking to Eleanor and Louis. I froze and liam smiled at me. A tear fell as I realized that he was telling them my secret. I sighed, fished my keys from my pocket, and started walking again. Louis looked at me as I past, a look of sympathy and concern, and did I see anger? I will not cry, I promised myself. I will not fall apart until I am alone. I am alone, a voice in my head said. I sighed. They were right. I was completely and utterly alone.

It didn't take long for me to get home, but by the time I did, I regretted it immediately. My dad was in the dining room, putting a shot. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as I reached the stairs, I still heard, "Harold!". I cringed. My father walked into the room, swerving all over the place. "Dad, maybe you should lie down, " I suggested, taking his arm. That was my first mistake. His eyes flashed with rage. "Don't you touch me, you little rat!" He yelled. He ripped my hands off of him and pushed me hard onto the ground. He took a step and kicked me. "Do you know what I go through everyday? This is your fault! You needed so much help after Anne died that I couldn't think straight! Everywhere I went, I heard, 'How is Harry holding up?' Or 'How is Harry feeling now?' People couldn't see that I could care less how you were feeling. You're not my damn kid!" He hollered. My tears that I've been fighting since leaving school had fell over and were running down my cheeks. He slapped me. "Don't fucking cry, you pussy piece of shit!" He laughed. He got up and left without another word, tough, and I took that opportunity to get up off the floor, run up the stairs to my room, and shut and lock the door.

Quickly, I ran to my closet and snatched up the three large duffel bags I had left there for my days at summer camp and tossed them in my bed. I darted to my dresser and ripped out all of the clothes and junk from them, not caring what it was, and shoved it into the bags, swiftly filling one and a half bags. I tore my books from my shelf and threw them in the second bag as well, followed by my photos. The third bag lay unused, so I shoved it into my second, deeming it useful in the future. I unzipped my school bag hastily and pulled out Meltdown, a gift from Louis on my birthday two years ago that I always reread. I threw it the bag as well, slipped both onto my shoulders and climbed out my window again.

My entire felt like a live wire as I scrambled across the yard and into my car, trying to avoid anyone who might ask questions. Luckily, the drive to the airport was uneventful and I was free.

I half ran to the counter, the woman working it giving me a crazy state. "Where to?" She asked, looking me over. I rolled my eyes, but looked up at the board for the next leaving flight. I smiled as I found it.

"Dublin, Ireland," I answered with a cheeky grin.
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