**1 Week Later**

(Kyla's POV)
I've been ignoring Liam for a whole week now. He's starting to get on my nerves. Why does he even bother trying to apologize. I still wont get over the fact that he was practically treating me like his bitch. Ugh. Welcome to Hell. My Living Nightmare. The final bell rang and I drove to me and Harry's place. I quietly walked inside since I knew Harry was more or likely taking a nap. I heard talking from Harry's room. Was he talking to.....himself? I peeked through a crack in the door. He was talking to a photo. "Come back, Louie...." He mumbled. I remembered Liam had said something about this Louie figure. Poor Hazza. I decided to stay up late and look in old yearbooks for this Louie. I finally found 3 Louis's. Tomlinson, Roberts, and George. It seems like Tomlinson rings a bell. I looked at his face. No. Way. My mouth dropped open. I went to school with him. I have his number! I quickly ran outside, flipped out my phone, and dial Lou's number. It rang 2 times before he picked up. "Hey What's up?" He answered. "Hey, um, by any chance does the name Harry Styles mean anything to you. It was dead silent. "Y-yes" He stuttered. "Uh. Well I now live with that exact Harry." I responded. "Can I talk to him?" He asked. "Yeah sure one second." I said. I knocked on the door. "What.... Go Away..." He groaned from the other side of the door. "I was just letting you know there is a man by the name of Louie on the phone. He wants to talk to you." 5 seconds later the door swung open and he snatched the phone from my hand. I smiled and walked in the living room as I slumped down on the couch. Just like that. I'm a walking eHarmony.com.

Notes

Hope you like it. XD ~Socially