Saying Goodbye.
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The car ride was silent, except for the sobs that were coming from Harry. Louis didn't know how to make his best mate feel better, and it was tearing him up inside. He hated seeing him like this, and he was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He thought of everything Harry liked to do, but nothing seemed like it would work. Not today, and not in this situation. It'd been two months since Olivia's death, and he hadn't seen Harry smile since. He missed the dimples that would be so defined on his cheeks, and the glowing green eyes. He missed the laugh that made every bad situation better. Placing his hand on Harry's knee, he flashed him a sympathetic smile.
By the time they got back to their flat, Harry had stopped crying. He wasn't talking, but he wasn't crying. He went straight to his room, locking his door behind him. Louis sat out on the couch, the tv muted. He wanted so badly for Harry to be happy again. Running his hand through his thick brown hair, Louis stood up from the couch. Harry needed to be happy again. He needed to let go. He made his way over to Harry's room, knocking lightly on the door. He waited, but there was no reply.
"Harry, please let me in." He pleaded through the door, leaning his forehead against it. He heard him stir inside the room, and then the door opened up.
“What do you want, Louis?” He asked, not necessarily in a rude tone. His eyes were red, and swollen from crying. Louis didn’t say anything, he just enveloped him in a hug. Harry stood as stiff as a board, not returning the hug.
“I just want you to be happy, Harry. I can’t stand the sight of you like this.” Louis whispered. He could feel Harry shake beneath him, as he began to cry. He finally returned the hug, burrowing his face into Louis neck.
“It’s hard, Lou. I miss her so much.” He said through sobs, balling Louis shirts in his fists. Louis rubbed Harry’s back, placing a kiss to the side of his head.
They stood like that for a good five minutes, before Harry pulled away. He wiped his eyes, and forced a smile onto his face. The dimple that Louis loved so much became prominent, making him smile.
“You’ll make it through this, Harry.” Louis spoke softly, patting Harry’s shoulder. Harry nodded slightly.
“I hope so. I really do.” Harry said, retreating back into his room, closing the door behind him.
By the time they got back to their flat, Harry had stopped crying. He wasn't talking, but he wasn't crying. He went straight to his room, locking his door behind him. Louis sat out on the couch, the tv muted. He wanted so badly for Harry to be happy again. Running his hand through his thick brown hair, Louis stood up from the couch. Harry needed to be happy again. He needed to let go. He made his way over to Harry's room, knocking lightly on the door. He waited, but there was no reply.
"Harry, please let me in." He pleaded through the door, leaning his forehead against it. He heard him stir inside the room, and then the door opened up.
“What do you want, Louis?” He asked, not necessarily in a rude tone. His eyes were red, and swollen from crying. Louis didn’t say anything, he just enveloped him in a hug. Harry stood as stiff as a board, not returning the hug.
“I just want you to be happy, Harry. I can’t stand the sight of you like this.” Louis whispered. He could feel Harry shake beneath him, as he began to cry. He finally returned the hug, burrowing his face into Louis neck.
“It’s hard, Lou. I miss her so much.” He said through sobs, balling Louis shirts in his fists. Louis rubbed Harry’s back, placing a kiss to the side of his head.
They stood like that for a good five minutes, before Harry pulled away. He wiped his eyes, and forced a smile onto his face. The dimple that Louis loved so much became prominent, making him smile.
“You’ll make it through this, Harry.” Louis spoke softly, patting Harry’s shoulder. Harry nodded slightly.
“I hope so. I really do.” Harry said, retreating back into his room, closing the door behind him.
12/8/12