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"Hey Harry?" Louis started, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. It was the next morning, before first hour.
                          
"One sec, Lou." Harry said, finishing his conversation with Niall. They joked around a bit until Louis grabbed his boyfriend's hand again. "Haz." He said, and Harry looked at him. 
                          
"What?" He asked, a tad annoyed, though for some reason it hurt Louis. "Never mind." He muttered, walking away, but Zayn caught up to him.
                          
"What's up with you?" He asked, wrapping his arm around Louis' shoulders. "My dad's about to fu.cking die and I've spent the last 20 minutes trying to talk to my boyfriend about it but he's too busy with some sh.it to even care!" Louis exclaimed, shrugging Zayn's arm off of his shoulder.
                          
"Louis, I-" Zayn said, but Louis just shook his head. "Nah. Would you tell Harry I need to talk to him? I'm going...I don't know. Somewhere." Louis said, home being the last place he wanted to go.
                          
Zayn just nodded, letting him. Louis licked his lips, walking the opposite way from his house, off of school grounds. "What's up with him?" Harry asked, once he was gone. Zayn gave him a sad smile. "Would you just, talk to him when oh have the chance, okay?" Zayn said, watching Harry nod confusedly.