I'd screamed, I'd cried, I'd laughed, I'd slept, I'd done everything after receiving the book from Louis but nothing at all helped me. I hated the fact I owned it, it just made me want him even more. Every night I'd sit and trace my fingers over his message, and each time I did it I pictured him speaking every word slowly and softly to me. I wanted him back so bad, but I had to let go. I had three days left until my performance and I wanted everything to go perfectly, so my end of school results looked good and I had something that gave me a one up. If I was going to become an actor or a drama teacher, performances like these were vital to put on my CV. 

I entered the school gates with my head high, ignoring all the sniggers from the people around me. I'd learnt to ignore them because their comments aren't important to me. I entered the building and made my way down to the drama studio, I pushed the door open and sighed when I saw Liam sat at his desk.

"Good morning Harry." He smiled, I frowned at him and dumped my bag on the floor.

"Harry, can we talk?" Liam urged again, I slowly walked up to his desk and pulled up a chair.

"I don't know what you want to say Liam, but I don't want to hear it." He rolled his eyes and leant back in his seat.

"I understand how you're feeling Harry, I've lost somebody who I loved deeply in a similar way to you so don't think I can't understand you..." He trailed off, I laughed quietly to myself.

"No, Liam. You don't understand how I feel, my life isn't just a wreck because I don't have Louis. There's other factors too. You, for starters, clearly don't give a shit about me because you're just keeping my best friend away from me. We were so dependant on each other before you two became a thing, it hurts me you know. I was messed around by Zayn and the whole school thinks I'm a joke." 

"Stop-" He said, cutting in.

"You aren't a joke Harry, you just think they're saying things about you. As for Niall, I would never keep you away from him or vice versa. He doesn't shut up about you. He knows that you're hurting, but he thinks if he tries to help he'll just hurt you even more. It's complicated for him Harry." I laughed again,

"Complicated for him? His life hasn't hit rock bottom Liam." He fell silent and I stood up and pushed the chair aside, 

"If he cared that much, he'd tell me these things on his own." Liam stood up and followed me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Please Harry, just think about making things up with him. He misses you a lot, and trust me you're absence has affected him greatly. All the people you think that are making him popular are helpers, they're trying to keep him cheery and convince him to talk to you. He's scared because you're so fragile." I bit my lip anxiously,

"Are you being serious? Because I don't want to go to him and try and fix things to have him laugh in my face like Zayn, I can't be taken as a mug again Liam." He nodded and smiled,

"I'm absolutely positive Harry, he misses you. I'll send you two next door so you can talk it through okay?" I nodded and he let go of me before walking back up to his desk,

"Go through your lines whilst we wait for everybody." He said as the bell rang, I thumbed the corner of the paper with my hand, turning the page every once in a while.

The room soon finished filling up and we were all seated, Liam took the register before instructing everybody to do different things.

"Niall, I want you to go next door with Harry so you can run through your lines." I watched Niall's expression change from a grin to a frown, he looked confused. I grabbed my bag and took to my feet, hovering at the door whilst I waited for Niall.

"Go on Niall, I'll be in later to see how you two get on." Niall scurried over to me and we entered the room next door. As soon as the door shut we both turned to say something but stopped immediately.

"We weren't sent in here to do work were we?" Niall asked, taking a seat on one of the tables. I shook my head and sat down too, dropping my script on the table next to me.

"Liam explained everything to me Niall." I said, twiddling my thumbs, he looked up at me and sighed. 

"I don't know what you mean by explained everything, but I'm guessing he told you that I missed you?" I nodded slowly,

"Well he's right, I do. But I-"

"I understand Niall. He told me how you were too scared you to help me, just in case you hurt me even more. Honestly though, staying away hurt me a lot more than you could have imagined." His head lowered and silence filled the room again,

"Harry you know I didn't mean to hurt you," He began, standing up and walking over to me.

"I just didn't know what to do. You were in such a state and things were all over the place for you, I felt helpless." I shook my head.

"You felt helpless? Seems like a joke to me. I was the helpless one Niall, I'd lost everybody. You, Louis, surprisingly Zayn, it hurt." He put his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine.

"I'm sorry Harry, I truly am. I don't know what else to say or do but I promise you, I was always thinking about you. I always questioned how you were doing, I even wanted Liam to check up on you but he told me I was being ridiculous. I cared Harry and I still do, I just need you to know that I never stopped caring, not once." I giggled and shoved him lightly,

"Don't go all soppy on me Horan, but thank you." He smirked and hugged me.

"We good now Styles?" I nodded, Horan and Styles - ever since we were children.

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omg i know i've not updated for ageees but i've been so busy with things so i haven't been able to update, i promise you though i'm going to try and update when i can but i apologise if it's not as often as you want!

what do you think about niall and harry then?

louis?