The Silent Lovers
Chapter 3


HARRY'S P.O.V.


You walk over to Liam's flat, to ask for some advice. You know Liam and Zayn are really close, and Liam's the smart one, he might know something. You knock on the door.


"Hey! 'Vas Happenin'?" Zayn opens the door.


"Hey Zayn, I was wondering if I could speak with Liam?" You look over his shoulder.


"Sure mate, come in," You walk in, Liam's playing on his Nintendo DS, while Zayn's one is thrown on the floor. You walk over to a chair and look at Liam. Liam shuts the DS and looks at you.


"So, what's up?"


"Well, it's about Louis," Zayn and Liam look at each other and realise what you were talking about. "We were having dinner last night and he brought up the topic of us two, he was looking at pictures," Liam nods his head for you to continue. "Well, I told him just to play along. But I don't want to,"


"Well mate, you didn't have to say it that way, we could already tell,"


"Tell what?"


"You have a crush on Louis?"


LOUIS P.O.V.


You try calling Harry's phone but he won't pick up. You start to get worried, Harry never left without telling you, well at least writing a note. But this time you were there when he left. Harry looked anxious though. Hopefully it wasn't about what you said last night affected him. You decide to call Eleanor.


"Hey Louis!" Her cheerful voice didn't light up your mood.


"Hi Eleanor, I was just wondering, you might not want to hear about this though,"


"Don't worry about it Louis,"


"Well, what if somebody liked me, and I liked them as a friend, and then they did something to change my mind. Which would mean I had to leave you, what would you say?" Eleanor was silent. After a minute of waiting, she replied, her voice rasp.


"Why?"


"I was just wondering, you know?"


"This is about Harry isn't it?


"Nonononono.... Yes,"


"Don't worry about it babe, everything will be fine," She hung up, then you decided to call Harry back. He finally picked up.


"Harry, I need you here right now,"

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Louis calls you half way through the conversation. You give your friends a weak smile.

"Hey Louis,"

"Harry, I need you here now,"

"I'll be there as soon as possible," You end the call. "Got to go, lads!" You run out the flat, towards your own.Within 10 minutes you are home. You bust open the door and see Louis sitting at the table.

"What happened?" You look around, everything is in place, nothing is on fire, no blood...

"I need to talk to you,"