Lottie's Brother

Chapter 15

Louis POV

For the second morning a row I woke up looking at the empty space beside me in the bed.

I heard a car horn honking from the street outside and got out of bed, pushing back the curtain to see a taxi parked outside the house. That's odd.

I grabbed my sweatpants from the floor and a baggy shirt that was hanging from the top of the bathroom door. Let's just say that Harry and I were pretty urgent last night. I pulled on the clothes, not bothering with my boxers. 

I went downstairs and heard the front door closing.

I ran into the hall and flung the door open. Harry was climbing into the backseat of the taxi, carrying his bag which looked fully packed.

"Just to the train station thanks." he was saying.

"Hazza! Harry!" I called.

He looked up at me and shook his head slightly, slamming the car door. The engine started and the taxi started moving. I ran back into the house and grabbed my car keys from the kitchen table and stuffed my phone and wallet into my pocket, running out to the car and getting in.

I tried to call Harry over and over as I drove to the train station but he never picked up.

It was probably because of that stupid 'It's fun messing around' that I'd said. It wasn't even what I meant and I was too stupid to explain myself properly.

After about fifteen minutes I pulled up at the train station, probably parking illegally and ran inside, trying to ignore the fact that I was wearing a t-shirt that I'd had for five years and sweatpants that made it obvious I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

I ran through the train station and found the platform for the next train back to Manchester, because I guessed that Harry would be going back home.

I got to the ticket barrier and a security guard stopped me when I tried to jump over it. 

"I don't actually want to get on the train, I just have to stop someone." I explained.

"Yeah, course you are, you're just getting on because you left your bike helmet on the train, you need to give your grandmother her walking stick, I've heard it all son now pay for a ticket or get out of here." the guy said.

"No I'm bloody serious here mate, I fucked it all up." I said.

"Alright, just pay for a ticket then." he replied.

I furiously pulled out my wallet and handed him a ten pound note. Just as he took the cash however the train started moving. 

"Fuck." I growled and I snatched the money back off of him and stuffed in roughly back in my pocket. He was gone.

I sat down at a table in the little café by the platform and put my head in my hands.

"Who were you going after m'boy?" someone said. I heard the chair next to me get pulled back and someone sat down. I lifted my head off my arms and looked across the table at an old woman looking kindly over at me.

"Um, my boyfriend. I said that we were just messing around, so he's gone back home now."

"Are you just messing around?" the lady asked.

  "No, I, I love him." I said, saying the last part to myself. It had just struck me, I was in love with Harry.

"Well there you go. Now go and intercept that train, if you leave town heading north and go straight down the motorway you'll get back to Manchester before that train does." she replied.

"Ok, ok, thank you so much." I said.

She smiled and I got up and started jogging out of the train station to where I'd parked the car.

Some fat guy in a jumpsuit had parked his tow-truck behind my car and was inspecting it. 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't fucking tow my car man." I said. 

"You're not allowed to park here mate, if you don't move you're car I'll have to tow it." the guy said.

"It's fine, I'm moving." I replied and I went to unlock the door and get in.

"Hold on there, you're going to have to pay a fine for this." the guy said.

"Jesus Christ man, I'm trying to go tell someone that I'm in love with them." I said angrily.

"Just take this ticket and sort in out later then, good luck." the guy said, handing me a piece of paper. I opened the car door and tossed the ticket onto the passenger seat, getting in. I slammed the door, started the engine and drove off, heading straight for the motorway.