“He hates me,” Harry sobbed into his pillow; Harry was lying face-down on his bed and Niall was sitting at the end of the bed, trying to make Harry get up.
“And it’s all your fault!” Harry added before coughing.
“Mate-“
“No! You begged me to talk to him and then you made us meet! You couldn’t have just let me skype with him like we planned, this is all your fault!” Louis hadn’t talked to Harry since Friday; it was now Monday, and despite Harry sending him messages a few times on Saturday, and once on Sunday, Louis didn’t respond.
Harry didn’t want to get out of bed. He didn’t want to get up, eat, go to class, check his Twitter or even watch Louis’ new video. He wanted to lay in bed, cuddled up in his blankets and sleep. Harry hated that when he crushed on someone, he crushed hard. Because when he was rejected, it was hard on him.
“I just wanted him to like me, Niall,” Harry sighed, “Why didn’t he like me?”
“You don’t know that he doesn’t, Haz!” Niall shrugged, “Now please get up. Everything will be fine!”
Harry was beyond tired of hearing that. “Everything will be fine”, so what?! It may be fine later, but Harry was hurting now. He wanted to know- needed to know what he did that was so wrong, that made Louis leave and not speak to him.
“Go to class without me,” Harry muttered with another sigh, “I’ll get up eventually.”

Louis was staring at his phone; his message thread with Harry. The last message read:
Sorry for annoying you with all the messages yesterday. Sorry for everything, really. X
Louis wanted to respond, he really did want to, he just didn’t know what to say. His fingers hovered his phone as he thought of what to type. Nothing came to mind. How does he explain walking out on Harry? Harry looked so amazing that night; he looked cute, and when he flashed a smile, dimples appeared; it gave Louis butterflies. Louis got nervous.
Louis spent the day feeling guilty; he still didn’t text Harry back, and Harry didn’t text him. Louis was missing him badly and started to become afraid that Harry was mad and didn’t want to talk.
The only thing Louis could think of at the moment was Twitter. So, Louis logged on and scrolled through his timeline. Louis went back hours before he found a tweet from Harry.
@Harry_Styles: Niall dragged me out of bed, and is making me go with him to a pub.. :/
Finally, Louis had an idea.

Harry ended up getting tipsy and stumbling into his dorm with Niall around 2am; as soon as he layed in his bed he was asleep.
Harry actually planned on moving from his bed the next morning, but when he woke up his head was pounding and he was still tired.
Niall, however, was completely the opposite. As soon as he saw Harry sit up, he yelled, “Hazza! You have to see this!”
Harry glared at Niall who was sitting in his bed with his laptop in front of him. “Could you be a little quieter?”
“Sorry, mate. But come look, Louis posted a new video!”
Harry sighed; though he was okay to get out of bed and not sob all day, he definitely did not want to watch Louis’ videos. Harry shook his head.
“I’m serious. You have to see it.”
Harry shook his head again, “Niall, no. I can’t, not now.”
Niall rolled his eyes and brought his laptop to Harry’s bed before pressing play.
Harry looked away from the screen, sighing again, louder and sounding annoyed. “Niall, take it away!”
Niall didn’t say anything and just let Harry listen.
Louis’ beautiful voice blared through the speakers, along with piano. Harry knew the song right away, it was one of his favorites. Nothing by The Script.
Harry looked at the screen, staring in amazement. He wanted to look away, wanted to stop the video, close the laptop, scream at Niall and lay back down. But, he couldn’t. This video was way too amazing. Louis looked great; his blue eyes, beautiful and sincere. The little bit of scruff on his chin which was always cute, in Harry’s opinion. His voice rang out, singing every note perfectly.
Harry couldn’t help but smile.
The song ended, and Harry was trying to hide his teared up eyes.
Harry watched as Louis half smiled at the camera, and began to speak. “Harry, I don’t know if you’re watching this, but I hope you are.” Harry’s breath hitched. “I didn’t completely know what to say to you, so I hope this song kind of explained it. I really miss you and I’m sorry. If you can forgive me, send me a text or something, yeah?”
Harry wiped the two tears that slid down his cheek before sniffling and muttering, “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” Niall chuckled, “And look at the comments. People are saying Larry Stylinson!”
Harry gave Niall a confused look, “What’s that mean?”
“That’s your couple name!”
Harry scrolled through some of the comments, seeing things like “Larry<3”, “Larry Stylinson forever”, “This is so cute! Larry<3”.
Harry smiled again, and Niall handed him his phone.