I woke up to the sound of thunder and thought of my bandmate and best friend, Louis Tomlinson. The poor older lad is scared to death of thunder and always comes running to my room but right now, we were having some problems and I was staying with my mum. I want to apologize but he won’t let me even text him. I just wish he understood why I got so mad…
I sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the T.V., waiting on Louis. He was supposed to be home about an hour ago, but isn’t. I’m scared that the worst could have happened to him. But then my worry turns to anger and relief as I hear the front door shut.
“Harry… What are still doing up? Get some sleep, you silly banana.” He laughs. I stand up, tears threatening to spill over.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been, Louis?” I choke out. If he says he does, then he’s lying because there are no other person who can feel how I felt.
“Why were you worried?” He laughs again. He’s drunk… again.
“Louis, you said you wouldn’t go and get drunk. You promised… and you lied… What’s up with that? Why wouldn’t I be worried? My idiot friend is out on the streets drunk! You could have been raped! Or worse, killed!” I start to raise my voice. I hate having to raise my voice at him but it’s the only way to get him to listen.
“Harry, I’m fine. I’m old enough to take care of myself! Quit acting like you care about me because I know that none of you boys do!”
“Really?! I don’t care?! If that was true, I wouldn’t be here right now, yelling at you! And the others do care! Louis, what’s gotten into you?!”
“Fine then! I hate you! Get out! I freaking hate you! Now, Harold! Out!” He points to the door. I storm out and slam the door, only to go to the one place I know to go to. My mum’s house.
I sat up on my bed and grabbed my phone. I unlock it and look at all my pictures, majority being either Louis or me & Louis. I was about to start crying when I got a text from… him! Louis texted me! I quickly read it.
Louis: Harry, plz come back. I’m scared. I’m @ home all alone. Hazza, plzzzz! I’m sry.
After reading his text, I throw on some clothes, grabbed my keys, left my mum a letter, and jumped into the car.
Harry: Boo, I’m on my way! B brave 4 me! Plz. Don’t go anywhere! Ill b right there!
I hit send and start flying down the road.
Once I pull up, I turn off the car jump out and throw open the front door. I am hugged tightly. When I look down, it’s Louis hugging on for dear life.
“Shhh, Boo, it’s okay. I’m here.” I hush him.
“Haz, I’m so sorreh. I didn’t mean what I said to you that night. I don’t hate you. I know the boys care. I know you care because if you didn’t, you would not be here!” he sobs into my shirt.
“It’s okay, Lou, I love you anyway.” I whisper. I pick him up and carry him to his room. He’s really light to weigh 210 pounds.
When I open his door, his room is still the spotless room I left as. Except for his bed. That was covered in tissues. With my leg, cause I’m ninja at balance, remove all the snot tissues and lay him down. I close his door, his window blinds, and lay down beside him, wrapping my arms around him as I have done in the past. He snuggles up to me, making my shiver even though it is not cold. I’m not gay, am I?
“Sorry, Harry, for making you cold. I probably stink, too. Haven’t taken a bath since that night.” He apologizes in my chest. I sniff him. Honestly, he smells like he always have, like strawberries to me.
“Nah, you smell like strawberries still. And you didn’t make me cold. I just had one of those moments I have when I shiver all of a sudden.” I explain. I love the way he smells. It’s… relaxing… you know, like when you and your girlfriend or boyfriend cuddle and they smell the way they always do and you love it, yeah like that. Wait, I sound so gay right now but I’m not! I’m not gay!
“Harry?” His voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look down and see his crystal blue eyes that could drown me with happiness.
“Thank you… for being here with me. If I were you, I wouldn’t have come because of the crap I said to you.” He sniffles.
“Boobear, I came because you’re my best mate and I love you no matter what others think. But you, you will never love yourself half as much as I love you, understood?” I kiss his forehead. OK, so maybe I am gay.
“I know. I love you, too.” With those words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as I did the same.