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The bass was thumping loud, causing the walls to shake. It hurt his ears but he was too drunk to care. A girl was shaking her ass against him, not even going to the beat of the song. He didn't like the way she was trying to look sexy, she look more constipated than sexy if you ask him.

After the song was over the girl went on to dance with someone else and Louis didn't mind one bit. He just went to the kitchen to retrieve another red solo cup filled with some type of alcohol he never heard of.

Not that he cared, he just wanted to get piss drunk.

Louis hasn't been caring a lot lately. He doesn't know whether to be scared of that or not. The only thing he truly cares about is his Harry. His Harry? That's a new one. But he'll stick to it.

And, yeah, he cares about his mom, but she doesn't count in his love life. He has a special life for her.

Louis went out to the backyard where there were hardly any people. He sat in a lawn chair, just enjoying the breeze. He thought about Harry. He's been thinking a lot lately about the tall boy. Not in just a friendly way and that scared, yet excited Louis.

Soon someone was sitting next to him and Louis immediately became annoyed. He just wanted to alone.

"Nice night out, huh?" The person said.

Louis only shrugs.

"Not much of a talker, eh?"

"No, I just don't want to talk to you."

"Ooh, sassy. I like it." Louis looked at the stranger with an 'are you stupid or just dumb?' face. He rolled his eyes and stood up, but only to get pulled back down by his wrist.

He let an 'oomf' sound and looked at the stranger. "What the hell do you want?" Louis snapped.

The stranger had Louis close to him and Louis could smell the weed all over him. Of fucking course, Louis thought. He pushed the pothead away roughly, speeding off back into the jam packed house.

The bass from the music seemed even louder than before and he just wanted to go home. He was drunk, tired and annoyed since some pothead wanted to feel him up.

Louis took his phone from his back pocket to check the time. It was two in the morning, just great.

So, instead of driving to get pulled over, he dialed the familiar number and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" A groggy voice said and yawned.

"Harry?" Louis whispered, not wanting to startle him.

"Lou? What's wrong? Why are you calling me at two a.m?"

"I need you to come get me. I'm --" Louis stopped mid-sentence to look at his surroundings. He noticed he was across the old elementary school that Harry has told him about when they met. He told Louis it was a bad school because they had too many rules than a normal elementary school would have.

"I'm at Ridgewood. Please hurry."

"I'll be there in five." The line went dead and Louis sighed. He doesn't know why but he feels like crying. Maybe it's because he's very drunk; people had always told him he was an emotional drunk.

But Louis didn't cry. He thought it was pointless. He just walked up and down the sidewalk, swaying slightly from side to side.

Eventually the short boy saw headlights coming down the road. He didn't have to think twice before just opening the door without actually checking to see if it was his best friend.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Harry asked quietly while driving towards Louis' house.

"No no, take me to yours," so Harry turned left instead of right, since it was a shortcut. "I'm fine, just drunk and tired."

"Did you at least have fun?" Harry hadn't gone to the party with Louis because he honestly didn't want to go. What's a best friend if they force each other into things?

Louis didn't mind him not going either. He knows Harry won't go to a party unless it's necessary. This one wasn't necessary at all.

"I did, for about and hour. I danced. I laughed. I drank. Then, I went to sit outside because it was hot and this pothead tried feeling me up. It was weird. Never again will I go to one of Jarod's parties."

Harry chuckled quietly with a fond smile on his face. Louis may or may not have seen it from his peripheral view.

"I don't quite like Jarod. He's very arrogant and cocky. Why are you even friends with him?" Harry soon pulled up into his driveway and turned off the car. Louis didn't make a move to get out, so neither did Harry.

"I'm not exactly friends with him, per say. We just know each other." Louis stated. He then opened the car door to get out and closed it shut. He started walking towards Harry's front door, not being able to walk in a straight line.

All Harry did was just shake his head and laugh. He, too, exited the car and caught up to his drunken friend.

Once the two were upstairs and in Harry's room, Harry gave Louis some clothes to sleep in. He tossed them at his face to wake up Louis since he had fallen asleep as soon as he sat on the bed.

"Unngh."

"What was that?"

"How my life feels right now."

"Oh, Lou." Harry sighed.

"My head hurts."

"Shouldn't have drank so much."

"Don't tell me how to live my life." Louis slowly started undressing to put on the pajamas, grunting with every move he made.

Harry had found it quite amusing.

He doesn't get to see Louis drunk often and he's not sure if that's a good thing or not. If Louis is like this when he is, then he wouldn't mind drunk Louis.

Harry lays down next to his best friend in bed and Louis immediately cuddles into him.

"I'm so tired, Harry." Louis mumbles half asleep.

"Then go to sleep silly."

"I like the vibration in your chest when you talk. Talk some more."

Louis stuffed his face into Harry's neck, smelling the fruity soap he uses. It's cute.

"What if I don't want to because I'm sleepy?" Harry says, yawning. He wraps his arms around Louis just a little bit tighter because it's cold and he doesn't want Louis to be cold. Yup, that's why.

"Well, that doesn't matter. You always put me before yourself, which, by the way you should stop doing. You're just as important."

"I beg to differ. I put you before myself 'cause you're very important to me. Plus, you're my best friend so why not?"

Louis just sighed. "Harry, please don't do this. Your well-being is more important than me. It's okay to think about yourself every once in a while."

"Okay, but why do you get to put me before yourself? That's hypocrisy, Lou."

"It's different Harry."

That set Harry off.

He sat up quickly, not believing his ears. He looked at Louis in disbelief. Louis saw his face, even in the dark room and internally cringed.

"How is it different? Because I don't think it is. Please explain this logic to me." Harry spoke loudly. He tried not to yell, in fear of waking up his mom and Gemma.

"Harry it just is. I wish I could explain, but I can't. It's complicated." Louis put his head in his hands.

"Since when has anything ever been complicated between us?" Louis was about to answer, but Harry cut him off, "if you can't tell me then I think you need to leave."

Louis looked at him in complete shock. Harry was kicking him out?

"What do you mean?" Louis had sat up a little straighter, thinking he hadn't heard Harry right.

"I mean, if you can't at least try to explain to me why you can care for me more than you can care for yourself and vice versa, you can get out."

Louis shook his head," Harry, you're tired. Maybe you should go to sleep, it's almost 4AM. You'll feel better in the morning." He tried pulling Harry to lay down with him but Harry wasn't having it.

"No, Lou! I mean it. You're starting to hide shit from me again and I don't like it."

"I'm hiding shit? What about you? I'm pretty sure you're hiding stuff too! Don't try to come at me with that."

"Well, maybe I am hiding something. Even I was, I would've told you already!"

No you won't.

"Fine! If you think I'm "hiding" stuff from you, then maybe I will leave." Louis gets up and starts putting his shoes on.

Harry huffed and crossed his arms across his chest. He watched Louis angrily put on his shoes and jacket. Louis opened the door and looked back at harry, hoping he'll tell him to come back to bed.

But he doesn't.

"I'm not giving you a ride to school in the morning nor am I bringing you home." Harry knows he's just being childish now, but he can't help it. He feels hurt and angry.

Louis just sighed and looked longingly at his best friend. Then, he closes the door and goes down stairs to the front.

Unlocking the door, he goes into the dark night and shuts it behind him.

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Back in his room, Harry starts crying. He doesn't know if he did the right thing or not. He already misses Louis' warmth.

If Harry didn't love Louis so much, this falling out wouldn't have affected him as much. However, it did and he hates himself for that.

Grabbing the pillow that weirdly always smells like Louis, he makes his way down the hall and to his sister's room. He knocked three times and heard a muffled 'come in' from the other side.

Opening the decorated door slowly, he pokes his head in and sees Gemma sitting up rubbing her eyes and yawning. She had her bedside lamp on, giving her room a dim lighting.

Harry sits in her bed, hugging his pillow close to him.

"What's wrong? I heard you and Louis fighting." Louis asked.

"I hate him."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. He says that it's bad for me to always put him before myself. He says that I should think of myself before I even think of him. That sounds so selfish! What do you think Gem?"

Gemma wraps an arm around her brother's shoulders, pulling him into a side hug.

"Oh, baby brother. I think that you should always care about your best friend. But, on the other hand you should also care about yourself. Putting yourself before others does not make you selfish. It just means that you're looking out for yourself. And, in that case, Louis is telling you should because he's letting you know he can look out for himself."

"I can look out for myself, too! He puts me before him and I don't like it if I can't do it too. Why is he being like this?" More tears have started to roll down Harry's cheeks. He cried into Gemma's neck quietly.

He didn't know what to do. He was so lost on how to come about the situation. He knows he should apologize to Louis, but at the same time, Louis should also apologize to him.

But for now, he'll just let it go until it needs to be brought up again.

Gemma offered him to stay and sleep with her, but he declined. He went back into his room and laid on the pillow that smelled like his short best friend.

-

Meanwhile, Louis was on the balcony again, third cigarette in hand. At this point he didn't care anymore. He knows he should but he doesn't.

It's that feeling you get all over that tells you not to care about anything. However, in the end, it comes back and bites you in the butt. It's sort of like karma, just less painful.

Louis stomped out the cigarette and left it on the ground, knowing fully he won't pick it up later. The sun was coming up slowly, making the sky look pink, purple and orange.

Louis didn't sleep at all since he had gotten home. He was sad and angry. Most of all angry, but not with Harry.

But, with himself.

He let himself get mad at Harry, which was totally reasonable, but he didn't want to hurt his feelings. However, Louis did anyway and he's pretty sure Harry won't talk to him. If anything, he thinks Harry will try to avoid him.

Louis doesn't blame him, though. If he were Harry he'd avoid him, too.

It sucks when you're fighting with your best friend. You so badly want to talk to them, but they don't want to talk to you and it's tearing you up inside. Louis thinks it hurts even more when you're in love with them. And he's not wrong about that one.

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this is up hella late I am so terribly sorry. I've been busy with school shit that I don't like dealing with bc it's school.

but I'm back now! yayy and I literally finished this at 1am. (my fave Larry vid)

~tangy