"What are you doing here?" I ask confusedly. Louis stares at me, unblinking, trying to figure out why I'm here. I stare at him wondering the same thing.
"I was talking to Will at the bar he works at and he invited me over," Louis says almost defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. "What are you doing here?"
"I, um," I stall, looking around for Will to get me out of this awkward situation. How am I supposed to tell Louis that Will is the person I was cheating on him with? And besides, why would Will invite Louis over? He knows exactly who Louis is and always has known. From the moment we started our weird fling, he always knew I was with Louis. Maybe this is some master plan, some scheme to bring me down. But if I'm going down, I'm sure as hell taking Will with me.
Louis raises his eyebrows expectantly. "So...the reason for your lovely visit is?" Every word is filled with sarcasm and Louis doesn't even bother trying to hide his disdain. "If you're here to try and win me back, it's too late. Will seems a lot more considerate than you."
The words pour out of my mouth before I can stop them. I just hate seeing Louis this oblivious, this innocent, to the whole situation.
"Considerate? Will is the one I was cheating on you with for Christ's sake!"
His mouth drops open in surprise that's almost comical. His features darken visibly, and his jaw tightens. "You and Will? Together? Why did he bring me here, then? He pretended he didn't know who I was."
"All an act," I reply, shaking my head. "He knows exactly who you are and exactly what happened between us."
"What happened between us," Louis repeats dully. I bite my lip uncomfortably.
"Yeah, I was actually coming here to tell him that we're over," I tell Louis, hoping he'll kiss me. Just looking at him makes me weak. His blue eyes hold the same wariness that they did the day I came to his mom's house and we talked on the front porch. His hair is rumpled and I can tell from his voice he's had a few drinks.
"Oh no, stay together by all means!" Louis exclaims, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think you two are perfect together."
"Um, why?" I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.
"You're both lying scumbags!" Louis says in a duh tone, like I should have known the answer to the question before I even asked it. "It's a match made in heaven; you're perfectly compatible."
He shoulders his way past me and makes for the sidewalk. "Lou, wait!" I call, running until I catch up to him. I plant myself in front of him. His blue eyes are cold and hard and I feel a little taken aback by the intensity that's burning deep within them.
"Get out of my way, Harry," Louis demands, trying to push past me. I hold my ground.
"Hear me out for a minute," I plead.
Louis cocks his head, as if he's considering my proposition. "Hmmm," he says after a moment of hesitation. "I don't think so. Bye."
He starts to walk again and this time when he moves past me I just let him go. I sink to the ground, not caring that I'm in the middle of the sidewalk in plain sight of people passing by. I feel like I might lose my mind. I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to tear out my hair and scream until my throat is ripped raw.
I screwed up. I screwed up big time and now I've lost Louis, probably for good. He's not usually the forgiving type, even in the smallest of situations. He might never forgive me for a mistake this colossal.
"Harry? Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?" Will cries, running over to my resting spot on the cool cement.
"I'm fine, I'm not sick," I say, pushing Will's hands away from my body. I don't think I want him to touch me ever again, even if it's just for help or something as innocent as a high five.
"I'm sorry about everything that happened tonight," Will tries. I shake my head. Why doesn't he just go away? I shouldn't have come here, even if it was to break things off with him.
But then I never would've found Louis and they would have...hooked up. Bile rises in my throat. "You're sorry," I say flatly. "You're sorry that you brought my ex boyfriend home with you so you could screw not just one person over but two? You're sorry?"
Will's expression is priceless, equal parts amused, furious, and confused. "I thought you loved me, Hazza," he tells me forlornly.
"Don't call me that," I snap. Only Louis can call me that. Realizing I'm still sitting on the ground awkwardly, I stand and look at Will face on.
"Sorry, I thought you liked the nickname Hazza," Will says.
"I like it when Louis calls me it, but not when you try to take his place and call me by the same nickname. Don't you understand? No one will ever take the place of him. No one. People might try and you sure did, but it didn't work, doesn't work, won't work. Louis is one of those people that need to be cherished so that you don't lose them. I did the wrong thing, I let him go. I'll probably never forgive myself for that. Then there's people like you. People who try to weasel their way into your life, try to take the place of your loved ones." I pause and see Will listening intently, if somewhat irritated. "We're done, Will. I never want to see your face again."
I turn and start walking. I don't know exactly where I'm going, but I'll figure something out. Will calls after me in a vain attempt to stop me,
"Harry! Your shirt is on the floor in my room!"
I don't turn around, I don't even stop walking. "You can keep it for all I care," I yell over my shoulder. Behind me, I hear a door slam and I know that Will's gone inside, leaving me virtually alone out here.
Should I go to Louis' house? No, he seems to really hate me. I'm definitely the last person he wants to see right now. Maybe I could hitchhike somewhere. Anywhere but here is okay with me. I flag down the next car that comes by and politely ask the driver if they would mind giving me a ride.
"Where to exactly?" the middle aged man asks me.
"Anywhere. Anywhere but here," I reply, hoping he doesn't turn me down.
"Hop in, sonny. I know how you're feeling. I was the same way when I was your age. Restless, needing to get out and see the world. You're in luck though, I'm heading two towns over. I can drop you off there if you'd like," the driver tells me, checking his watch. "We could probably be there in less than two hours. I don't know how much of a rush you're in."
I open the passenger door and get in. "I'm not in a rush at all," I respond, buckling my seatbelt. "In fact, I've got all the time in the world."