《you left me ~ larry》a flood of memories
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Harry can't believe his eyes, he doesn't want to. He hoped that going to university would help distract him from his broken heart. Apparently it's just going to remind him of it.
"Harry? You good mate?" Liam asks as he notices that Harry had been staring at the same boy for like 5 minutes now.
Harry comes back to reality. "Uh.....yeah..I'm fine."
"Sure doesn't look like it."
"I'm fine." Harry snaps back.
"Okay. How about we go get a seat to watch the game?"
Harry really doesn't wanna stay and watch Louis Tomlinson play but he knows that if he doesn't he'll have to explain why to Liam and that is the last thing he wants to do. "Yeah alright."
As Liam starts to walk towards the bleachers he looks back at Harry who is putting his hood over his head and pulling the strings tight so it hides most of his face. Liam turns around and grabs Harry's arm and pulls him because apparently he forgot how to walk.
"Harry what are you doing with your hood because if that's your fashion sense I might have to get another flatmate."
"....I don't want to be seen."
"By who, Luke? Because I'm pretty sure he saw you earlier."
"No not luke."
"Who then?" Liam asks.
"Don't wanna talk about it." Harry responds back.
"Uh alright mate."
Harry tries to focus on the game, but he can't seem to keep his eye off of Louis. Seeing Louis for the first time in almost a year has made Harry feel like he did back in the summer. Which is not good considering it's his first day at University.
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Liam must think Harry really loves football because he hasn't removed his eyes of Louis since the game started. Harry can't help but think to himself about how perfect Louis' hair looked as it bounced when he ran, or how perfectly his jersey clings to his torso. Oh how much he has missed looking at Louis Tomlinson. Just to sit there and admire his beauty.
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"Im going to go get something to drink real quick want anything mate?" Liam asks as he stands up.
Harry looks away from Louis, "Maybe a water?"
"Yeah sure thing I'll be back soon." Liam turns around and heads down the bleachers.
Now Harry is sitting all alone with his thoughts.
After a few minutes Liam came back and gave Harry a water. "Thanks."
"No problem. Oh also apparently there is going to be a party after the game at Luke's flat. You're coming."
"Um. I'm not coming."
"Oh but you are Styles you gotta make some friends. Come on it'll be fun." Liam says as he nudges Harry.
"Fine whatever I'll go but I'm not promising I'm staying."
"Okay deal." Liam shoots him a smile.
*****
The game just ended. Their school has won 6-2. Liam gets up and starts to walk down the bleachers, Harry follows. When they get to the ground Luke walks up to them.
"So are you guys coming to my party?"
Liam looks towards Harry, "Oh yeah we're coming."
"Great I'll see you there then."
Luke walks away and starts talking to his team mates. Harry goes to turn around and start walking back to his flat when he feels someone standing behind him. He only turns his head a tiny bit to see the persons feet, but in that moment he knows it's Louis Tomlinson. He self consciously turns around and makes eye contact with him. He had missed those blue eyes. All those memories flood right back into Harry's head in a second. Every single moment they ever spent together flashes before his eyes. They stare at each other for a good ten seconds before Louis quickly turns around to follow his teammates. Harry just stands there completely still, until Liam pulls on his arm and they start walking to the flat.
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Harry's lost in his thoughts, he's glad to see Louis, but at the same time he never wants to see him again. Especially after all Louis has done to Harry and he didn't even say a word to him. He feels as though he deserves and explanation, he needs one.
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After they arrive at their flat they get dressed to go to the party. Liam put on basically the same outfit Harry first saw him in. Harry honestly didn't care what he wore, so he just took off his jumper and put on a cardigan. When they got to the party the flat was packed. So packed that people were standing outside the room chitchatting with each other. Liam grabs Harry's hand and pulls him through the crowd of people by the door. When they get inside there was a-little more room to breath, but that's about it. Then Liam noticesLuke and walks up to him.
"Hey you throw a good party." Liam shouts to Luke over the loud music and people talking.
"Of course." Luke has a small smirk on his face. "All though I didn't know it was gonna be this big mate. Do you guys want something to drink?"
Liam looks at Harry and then back to Luke, "Yeah surprise us."
"Sure thing mate."
Harry quickly scans the party to make sure he didn't see Louis. Nope he's not here thank god.
"Here." Luke hands them both a red solo cup.
Harry looks in the cup and back at Luke, "What's in here?"
"A surprise just try it!" Liam shouts back.
Harry looks back down at the cup. He doesn't usually drink alcohol, mostly because he has no one to drink with. It is kinda strong but he doesn't mind it, So he takes another sip. Then looks back at Luke.
Luke makes eye contact with Harry and remembers, "Oh Harry, I remember where I've heard your name before. From Louis Tomlinson he used to mention you a lot, you know him?"
Harry just stands there, did Luke really just day Louis talked about him. "Uh yeah, I know who he is. Is he here at this party?"
Harrys asked as he starts to play with the cup and nervously look around the house.
"Nope don't think so," Luke says as he looks around. "Oh wait he just walked in!"
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