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Harry opens the door to the library, entering with all eyes on him. He shoots a wink at a few girls standing in the corner giggling.

"Hey mate." Niall greeted, flipping to his next page in his textbook. "Why are you late?"

Harry takes a seat next his Irish friend, pulling out some notebooks from his book bag. "Just needed to get something from Nick." He mumbled.

Niall narrows his eyes at Harry, examining his random choice of clothing. Harry wore an all black outfit, a purple bandana wrapped loosely around his neck and sunglasses. "We're inside a building, you know? You can take those off." He says.

"Yeah, I know."

"So...take them off mate." Niall commanded.

Harry huffs, and reaches up to remove the sunglasses from his eyes. Niall noticed how bloodshot the whites of Harry's eyes were, it looked rather unhealthy. "You look like-"

"I partied all night? Yes." Harry interrupted.

Niall shook his head. "You got high before you came here, it's so obvious. You reek of smoke. What's been your problem lately man? You're going into your old ways again."

Harry chuckled without humor behind it. He pulls out his notebook and flips to the first page, avoiding eye contact with Niall. "I don't need you to lecture me now. I get it enough from my mother." He says.

"You do need it because-"

"Niall, please." Harry pleaded. "Let's just study. Give me your notes." He sighs deeply.

Niall frowned at Harry's tone. He packed up his books and threw his backpack over his shoulder, Harry gave his friend a questioning look. "Wha-"

"You don't get to treat me like this. I'm trying to be a friend to you and you're not letting me. You're getting high before we study? How does that even make sense, mate? I'm giving up my time to help you. You made me wait while you got high. That isn't fair towards me, Harry." Niall exclaims.

Just as Harry was about to protest against Niall's statement, the Irish lad was quick to walk away. Harry drops his head on the table and drowned in his own self pity for a few moments.

He soon grabs his things and packs up. He didn't feel motivated to read or study or do anything, really. He walked out of the library, not bothering to shield his bloodshot eyes with his glasses. He was too tired.

As he walked to his dorm he got looks from others on campus. Harry stared down at the ground, he felt ashamed of himself. "Hey Harr- woah mate, are you okay?" Ah, of course, it just had to be Liam.

Harry stops in his tracks, tensing immediately when Liam reached out to touch Harry's shoulders. "I'm great." Harry answered tiredly.

"No you're not. What's going on with you? Haven't seen you since-"

"Jay's wedding, yeah yeah." Harry grumbled. "Look, just call me later tonight. I'm too tired for small talk at the moment." He gave Liam a false smile and patted his hip as he began to speed walk away.

Liam stood there, dumbfounded. Harry continued to head towards his shared dorm room. When he walked in, he heard voices. He closes the door softly behind him and walks further into the dorm.

"Hey Haz." Zayn greeted him with a small wave. Harry returned the wave and look between Max and Zayn. "You alright?"

Harry rolls his eyes. "Shut up."

"Woah, dude-" Harry throws himself on his bedsheets, tuning out whatever Zayn is saying to him. His eyes feel heavy, his body feels numb, his mind is elsewhere. "Harry?"

As soon as Harry closed his eyes, he was out like a light. The switched flipped and the bulb was burned out, just as he was with energy.

He woke up a few hours later only to see Zayn gone and Max packing a bag with his clothes. "Fuck." He groaned.

Max turned around to face the curly haired lad, he lifts his eyebrows. "Had a good nap?"

"Sod off man." Harry says. "I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit or the shit that comes from your stupid mouth." He closes his eyes again.

"Good thing you don't get to see me for a week then mate." Max spat, he turned back around to finish packing. He shut his suitcase closed and headed to the restroom to pack his toiletries. "I don't have to babysit for a week." He grumbled low enough where it can't be heard.

Oh but Harry heard it and he wasn't going to let it slide. "Babysit me? Mate, you don't even bat an eye towards my direction and when you do, it's the look of disappointment, hatred, or a smug look when Louis is under your arm. How could you possibly be babysitting me?" Harry exclaims.

"This somehow ends up coming a full circle back to Louis, huh?" Max taunts. "It's just too bad, isn't? He doesn't want you, not after what you did to him. Do yourself a favor and leave the poor kid alone." With that, Max places his suitcase down on the ground and walks out of their dorm room.

Harry huffs feeling a bit irritated that he didn't get to have the last word. He couldn't give Max that satisfaction. He wasn't going to give that to him. With that being said, Harry jumps up from his bed and runs to the door. He opens it and runs down the hall he knows Max walks down all the time.

As soon as he turned the corner, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Max's hands holding tightly onto Louis' waist. His eyes trail up to Louis', he was focusing on Max speaking quietly to him. He couldn't move, he felt paralyzed just standing there around the corner like a creep.

Harry groaned when his head starting pounding, then his sensitive eyes weren't shield under the lights which made it worse.

Louis' eyes caught him, he was startled to find Harry standing right there. Max's eyes follow Louis' blue ones, rolling them when he saw Harry there. "You're here why?"

"To let you know that you do not get to talk to me like a child. You don't babysit me you idiot. You're an absolute dolt if you think so. Do you cook for me? No. Do you cut up veggies for me? No. Do you take me to play dates with my friends? No. You don't babysit me, and you should-"

"Then stop acting like a child." Louis interrupted quietly. Almost too quietly.

"How am I acting like a child? This is between Max and I, not you." Harry says.

Louis shoves Max's hands from his hips and raises an eyebrow at Harry, directing all of his attention to him. "You came here to have the last word, you can have it Harry. I know you off the back of my hand. Now please just leave!"

"Do you really?" Harry moved closer to Louis. "You don't know me at all Louis. If you did, you would've paid more attention to me, you would've found out I was cheating on you sooner, right? If you knew me." He spat.

"You bring that up in every interaction we have, Harry. Pretty proud of it aren't you?" Louis' chest was slowly beginning to rise and fall rapidly.

Harry swallows. "Y-Yes."

"So being called a man whore is what you like, babe? Why don't I call you that from now on hm? Do you-"

"Don't even start with that bullshit, Louis," Harry warned. "You know what? Fuck you!" He swings his hand up in the air but it was caught by Max who was quick to push him down to the ground.

Harry fell down on his bum on the carpet, he laid out resembling the limbs of a starfish. He groaned and moved his head to the left and right, his brain felt fuzzy. He doesn't know what Nick gave him, all he knows is that it's not wearing off.

"Text me when you get to your uncles house, I'll just stay here with this arsehole." Louis spoke quietly to Max. "Please..."

"Okay Louis." Max picked up his suitcase, looking back at Harry one last time. Max leaned down to Louis' height level and planted a small peck on his lips. "Be safe, Lou."

Louis felt heat rush to his cheeks after the sweet gesture. He waved Max goodbye and watched his back as he left through the double doors. "Ew."

Louis looked back rolling his eyes at Harry on the floor. "I'm calling Liam." And that's exactly what Louis did, he stepped away for a second still keeping Harry in his sight and called for help.

Luckily, Liam wasn't going home until tomorrow which makes him the only one Louis knew available. When he arrived, he immediately shook his head at Harry. "Ni says he's high." Liam informed.

The curly haired lad was counting the squares in the ceiling, acting like a complete child. "High or not, he is tiring me out." Louis stood over Harry.

Liam and Louis worked together to help Harry up from the ground, Liam taking his left arm and Louis taking the right arm. "What do you reckon he took?"

"I don't know, mate. You'd think he'd be a bit more responsible now but..." Liam trailed off. "It's disappointing."

Harry stops his singing and pouts at Liam. "Not everyone is like you Lima bean." He says.

"What do you mean by that? Of course no one else is like me, people around the world are diff-"

Harry smacks his lips. "Fag."

Liam stopped in his tracks hearing that three letter word that he hated with a passion. His heart fell to his stomach and he unhooked Harry's arm from around him. "You didn't just say that."

"Hm, yes I did." Harry blinks at Liam with a small smile playing on his lips. Liam glances at Louis with hurtful eyes before meeting Harry's.

"Go kill yourself." Liam says.

"That's a bit much Liam. C'mon let's just get him back to his-"

Liam shakes his head. "No! Why do you insist on helping him, Lou? You look like a fool right now! Why do you put up with this bullshit? I am tired of it! Goodnight!" He yelled and stormed away from the ex lovers.

Louis stood there stunned at what just happened. He knew what Liam said was right but it wasn't in Louis' heart to just leave Harry alone in a vulnerable state.

"We should get going before someone files a noise complaint and we get in trouble." Louis suggested. He and Harry finally made it to his dorm room after ten painful minutes. Louis throws Harry on his bed and starts cleaning up the mess around him.

"Ugly shoes." Harry purses his lips at Louis' worn out vans on his small feet. Louis scoffs and cleans up Max's side of the room, then Zayn's. "Welcome."

"You should get some sleep." Louis sat down on the edge of Harry's bed, putting the bedsheets over him. He didn't think it was necessary to take off Harry's shoes and put him in his pajamas.

"You're a dick. Yet I still stick with you, but never again. Not anymore Harry. I can't keep doing this." Louis exclaims.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. The nap he took before he went out after Max wasn't enough for him. His body felt like it was on fire, but the fuzziness becoming worse by the second. He felt like he was floating on a cloud.

The next time he opens his eyes, he finds his room semi clean. Some clothes were thrown the the hamper on the corner of the room, there's a plastic bag in the middle of the room with trash in it. Blankets are thrown messily on Max and Zayn's bed.

Harry sat up in his bed for almost an hour, trying his hardest to get used to the brightness in the room. He hates how he had a window in the dorm, but it wasn't his decision. He pursed his lips and thought about the events that took place not too long ago.

"Fuck." He cursed himself when he realized he fucked up badly.

A/N

been a while.

~LouisSmolBean
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