Even if the whole world was watching

TWENTY-EIGHT (End)

That was it. The last official day of school. Well, you can't call it a school day, no actual lessons or school stuff, it was more like a clean up day. Harry was cleaning out his locker at the moment when Louis passed him and giving him a brief smile, nothing more. It has been like this at school lately, since that one footie game where they appeared together, not even holding hands or something but ever after it they barely interacted in school, only when the other lads were there as well.

It was okay. He had a lot of practice and even though Harry understood that, it hurt every time they met in the hallways. Harry took his eyes off of Louis' back and pulled the books out of his locker and he then closed it for one last time. "...So?" Zayn asked from the side also carrying his books. "What?" Harry hadn't listened to what Zayn had said before, he was too busy watching a boy asking a girl out for prom.

"Can you get my stuff from the locker room on the way?"

"Sure," Zayn took some of Harry's books. He had to get his own stuff from the locker rooms anyways.

The room smelled just as disgusting as the last time he had been in there, like sweat and alcohol. Probably from the last match they won. He hated this room when he was alone, it was kinda scary since there were so many weird noises. Harry walked straight up to his locker and took his bag, after a while of searching for the message Zayn had sent him ages ago with the number of his locker, he unlocked the turn lock and grabbed the black-haired boy's back.

Just as he was about to leave he heard voices coming out of the very back of the coaches dressing room. It was Louis', Harry could distinguish his accent from millions, "I just need to make sure." The coach said in a deep warning voice. "No, I swear there is nothing. We are just friends... if even that," Louis assured in a secure tone, leaving Harry confused. He knew it wasn't right to listen, but he had to.

He sneaked over to the door, as quiet as possible. As he risked a look through the door gap it was just Louis and the coach, no one else. "So you are not gay?"

"No."

"Good, because..."

Harry frowned, not understanding what the hell was going on. He needed a second before he turned and left the room heading straight through the halls downstairs, over the parking space to Zayn's car and threw the bags onto the backseat. "Drive," Zayn looked up from his phone, "Woha you can't wait huh?" he joked until he saw Harry turning away from him, looking outside the window. "H, are you okay?"

"Just drive," he repeated turning away even more so Zayn wouldn't see his teared up eyes. Harry couldn't wrap his mind around those words. Why would Louis say that? He had tried to call Harry a few times but Harry always declined and then turned his phone off.

-

Harry had spent the rest of the day in his room watching movies, he didn't feel any emotions, couldn't even cry. He had a long talk with Liam on the phone, he had tried to convince Harry to talk to Louis. "It must be a misunderstanding," He said, "I can't believe Louis would say something like that."

A night and two seasons of Friends later, someone knocked on his door. Harry hummed and Niall stepped in. "Hey, uhm, I know you want to be alone, but we need you to set up the prom hall." Harry sighed and got out of bed. He didn't want to go, he really didn't, he could picture a thousand things which were better than that, but he couldn't let his friends down. "Give me a few minutes," Niall nodded and left the room.

Skipping through his clothes Harry found one of Louis' jumpers. He took it with the will to just throw it out of the window, but instead, he buried his face in it, smelling the bittersweet scent of Louis' perfume mixed with his natural body smell. Fuck. He hated Louis, for what he had said, for the way he betrayed him... but he still loved him, all of his little features, the way he always made the worst situations funny, how his eyes shone when he listened to things Harry said or the way he played with his hair, almost every evening.