Fire And Ice L.S

Chapter 19

At the St.Martin's Park:
(5sos meeting place)

Louis: Luke?
Luke: Oh there you- (eyes widen; growls) Why is he here?
Louis: (looks at Harry then Luke) We were hanging out when you called... So I brought him along.
Luke: (gives him a weird look; sighs) Fine.
Louis: So...
Luke: (looks down) Uh... I kissed Mike.
Louis: (eyes widen) You....What?
Harry: Wow...
Luke: (defensive) What? You told me to make a move!
Louis: Well Yeah, But I meant opening up to him. Not opening your....
Harry: Am I the only one who's not following.
Luke: (frustrated) Shut up.
Louis: (to Harry, softly) Luke's in love with Mike.
Harry: (looks at Luke; bursts out laughing).
Luke: (groans; gives Louis an 'I'm gonna kill you' look)
Louis: (stern) Harry...
Harry: Sorry sorry. (To Luke; fake coughs) Continue.
Luke: Bitches leave.
Harry: Goodbye then.
Louis: (rolls his eyes at their childish fight) Luke what did he do?
Luke: (hesitates) Um...He kissed me back...
Louis: (hopeful) Yeah? That's good.
Luke: No it's not. He kissed me back, and left abruptly... (whiny) What do I do Lou-ee?
Louis: (thinks) You should probably give him space, You know, for a while. And if he never brings it up after a while then... you should confront him.
Luke: (heavy sigh) I don't know what to do...
Louis: I think he likes you. I mean if he didn't he wouldn't have kissed you. That one's for sure. He'll come around.
Luke: (hopeful) Yeah?
Louis: (exaggerated) Yep.
Luke: (smiles) Thanks Louis. (Walks to his bike) Bye. Don't spend too much time with that loser. (Drives away)
Harry: Wimp.
Louis: (chuckles)

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At Niall's House:

Zayn: Am I the only one who's feeling bitter?
Niall: (eating a granola bar) Bitter? About what?
Zayn: The fact that Harry is not spending time with us anymore?
Niall: Uh... he left 5 minutes ago.
Zayn: (groans) Okay. Aren't you bitter about the fact that Harry is spending less time with us?
Niall: (shrugs) Eh... I'm  happy that he is branching out.
Zayn: (growls)
Niall: (sighs) I feel you Zee. Wait that sounded wrong. I meant I understand. But we can't control his choices. Plus he seems, (thinks) I can't say happy, but bordering that.
Zayn: That's.... (unsure) That's good yeah...
Niall: (stops eating; looks at Zayn) Zee? What's bothering you?
Zayn: (heavy sigh) I...He's spending more time with that Louis kid nowadays....
Niall: (Knowingly) And you're scared.
Zayn: (struggling) Yeah... very.

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Walking towards Louis' house

Harry: I bet you were a therapist in your previous life.
Louis: (furrows his eyebrows; smiling) What? Why?
Harry: (half shrug) You always say wise things.
Louis: (proud) What can I say, I'm Buddha's reincarnation.
Harry: (thinks) Mm....That explains it then.
Louis: (laughs; pause) My mum.
Harry: Hmm?
Louis: I get that from my Mum. She's my therapist. Well more like my best friend. She- (notices Harry's discomfort) Shit, I'm sorry.
Harry: (shakes his head) No..keep going. Tell me more about her.
Louis: (looks unsure; continues nonetheless) Um... she is like me. I've inherited most of her traits. (Emotional) She was my rock.
Harry: (in thought) I am more like my dad... character wise. But I look like my mum.
(Fond) My mum was sweet and innocent and caring.... (almost in tears) She was too good for this world.
Louis: (trying to lighten the situation) Sounds as if you're like your mom on the inside too.
Harry: (Looks at Louis; serious) No. I'm harsh and crude.
Louis: (shakes his head) No you're not. I know you're not.
Harry: (growing angry) Fucking hell, I am.
Louis: (notices; taunting) Lemme guess. Now you're gonna throw me up against the wall? (Frustrated) Just so you think you'll fool me into believing you're a bad person? Because it's not me you're fooling Harry. You're fooling yourself. God, (To himself) how I wish I knew why.
Harry: (too stunned) I...I..
Louis: (determined; walks towards Harry; cups his face; whispers) I don't know what scarred you so much that you mask yourself behind this.... (caresses his cheek with his thumb) this hard, bitter shell of a person, but you can never make me believe that Harry. Ever.
Harry: (blinks emotionless; removes Louis' hands from his face; leaves)
Louis: (sighs; to himself) This is gonna be harder than I thought...

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Harry's room:

Harry: (phone in his hand; debating) Ah... fuck it. (Dials)
Gemma: Hello?
Harry: (breathes; doesn't answer)
Gemma: Harry? Is that you?
Harry: (exhales) Hey Gems..
Gemma: (excited; but then concerned) Harry is something wrong? Are you hurt? Peter? What happened? Please don't tell me He is dead.
Harry: (chuckles) No Gem. I just... called you. It's been a long time.
Gemma: (dry) Yeah. 2 years, 3 and a half months to be precise.
Harry: (sighs) I'm sorry.
Gemma: (exaggerated) What? What was that? God, I knew I shouldn't have had that drink. Now I'm hearing things.
Harry: (humourless) Are you quite finished? Can I continue.
Gemma: Oh yes. Please. Continue.
Harry: I'm sorry I didn't contact you.
Gemma: (still joking) Shit, that stuff must be really bad.
Harry: (stern) Gem..
Gemma:Ok Ok.. (sighs; smiling) I'm glad you called now Haz. I've really missed you.
Harry: (smiles) Me too.
Gemma: Did your love finally reciprocate your feelings?
Harry: (confused) What?
Gemma: That boy, when you were 9, (thinks) Will or something?
Harry: Will Spencer? (Scoffs) He wasn't my love, how many times do I need to tell you that? (Thinks) But, I think I fucked him once... (shrugs)
Gemma: (uninterested) Yeah, Yeah. Harry Styles the man- slut. His cock had seen every hole. We get it.
Harry: (laughs) You haven't changed. You're still annoying as fuck.
Gemma: (sweetly) The feeling is mutual little bro.
Harry: Bitch.
Gemma: Again, the feeling is mutual. (Harry laughs; Gemma continues) So... no reason really?
Harry: (thinks; changes his mind) No, No reason. Just wanted...to hear your voice.
Gemma: (concerned) Harry? Are you okay?
Harry: (more like convincing himself) I am, I am. Nothing's changed. I am still the same self centered prick.
Gemma: (changes topic) So how's uncle Pete? How's your 1D?
Harry: They're fine. Pete's dating actually. (Smiles) And he seems really happy.
Gemma: (cautious) And you?
Harry: (furrows his eyebrows) And me what?
Gemma: (quiet) Are you happy?
Harry: (stays silent)
Gemma: Harry? You still there?
Harry: I'm fine.
Gemma: You don't sound like it.
Harry: (sighs).
Gemma: (small) Haz... you know it's not your fault...
Harry: (snaps) How is it not my fault Gem? Huh? Enlighten me.
Gemma: (sighs) You don't have to do this Haz. I know you're in pain. It's so easy to tell, just by hearing you. You don't sound like you used to anymore.
Harry: People grow. Things change.
Gemma: That's right Haz. That's why I can't understand why you're not letting the past be what it actually is, The past.
Harry: (cold) You weren't there. You will never understand. You will never know how I feel. Goodbye Gem. It was nice talking to you.
Gemma: Har-
(Phone ends)

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At school:

Liam: We have to practice today. We have the match day after tomorrow.
Harry: Okay. Will be there.
Niall: I don't think we need any practice.
Liam: Don't be over confident.
Niall: (rolls his eyes)
Liam: (teasing) Or... are you planning to lose on purpose to impress Selena?
Niall: (snaps) Mind your own fucking business Liam. (Leaves)
Harry: (to Liam) You guys still haven't made up?
Liam: (sad; quiet) No... he'll never forgive me...
Harry: No Liam, he loves you.
Liam: (humorless laugh) But he loves you more. (Looks at Zayn; quiet) everyone loves you more... (leaves)
Harry: (confused as hell; furrows his eyebrows; looks at Zayn) What does that mean?
Zayn: (nervous cackle; lies) No idea.

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Harry: (shouts; running) Ni! Wait!
Niall: Haz? (Acts cool) What's up?
Harry: (pants slightly) Why are you still avoiding Liam?
Niall: (sighs) Haz its-
Harry: Please don't say it's nothing. I tried asking him and he said some things that didn't make any sense...
Niall: (attentive) What did he say?
Harry: I don't know... he was blabbering something about how everyone loves me more...
Niall: (sighs)
Harry: (stern) Ni...tell me.
Niall: (heavy sigh) He trash talked you Haz. (Looks at Harry's hurt expression; quicly) No! No.. its... he didn't mean it. He was drunk and... and angry.
Harry: (furrows his eyebrows) Why was he angry?
Niall: (sighs; looks down) Because he's in love with Zayn...

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