So, this chapter is mostly Harry talking to himself.
Buuuuuut is kinda cute in my opinion.

So, hope you enjoy it :)

Btw, thanks for the 200 votes guys, this is AMAZAYN.

Mag 🦋

TEN

The worst part of having decided to not hire Louis anymore was to face my friends.
But I needed to do it with all of them at the same time, and for that I needed to think through what exactly I was going to tell them.

First one I told was of course Niall, separeted from the rest.
I invited him over the following day of making my decision.

He was very comprehensive and said that I was making the right call. I needed to end everything and tell the truth as soon as possible.
Because he also knew that most of my friends were getting a little attached to William.

So I needed to rip the bandaid fast.

But after two days of procrastination, and not making my mind of how to tell them, Liam called me to confirm if I was going to bring William with me to his wedding.

'I don't know yet' I said to him.

And what for? Just to not hurt his feelings. He seemed pretty excited about Louis coming to his wedding.
Besides, I was the best man and I didn't want to be the one that ruined his happiness.
And I kinda felt like I was about to do it.

I hung up the phone and collapsed on my bed, looking at the ceiling and sighed.

This was harder than I thought it would.

I looked at my bedside table and found that the two flowers Louis had given me were dead.
It made me sad at some point, but I knew they wouldn't last forever.

Just like Louis.
He wouldn't last forever either.

I reluctantly stood up and went to the kitchen to throw them on the bin and clean the vase.

There it goes my last remains of Louis.

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Three days had passed and guilt was consuming me. I still hadn't talked to my friends and Niall was constantly reminding me that.
I knew I had to do it soon, because Liam's wedding was getting closer.
But something kept stopping me.

Because somehow I was yearning to talk to Louis again.

I was somehow waiting for him to text me first, because even if we weren't exactly anything I'd like to be his friend. Because being friends with Louis sounds like fun.
And it would allow me to spend time with him, to hug him friendly, to have him near, and just contemplate him. As friends.

And a part of me also wanted to ask him to come to the wedding with me.

It was stupid honestly. I couldn't be friends with Louis, he was probably faking being fond of me. He was faking the kisses, the tenderness, the touches and everything I kept replaying in my head.

All fake. All acting.

He was just doing his job, Harry. Stop thinking about it.

And to add pressure on me, as if I didn't have enough yet, Liam texted again that day.

'is William coming yes or no?'

'I still don't know, Liam!'

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A week after Liam's last call, and only two weeks to Liam's and Maya's wedding, I knew I had to talk to them.

To all of them.

I couldn't keep procrastinating it. Niall was getting annoyed too.

Each day was harder.
And Liam's bachelor party was happening this Saturday and I was in charge.

Best man's obligation.

So I had plenty on my plate. And still I kept trying to think of how to tell them the truth without ruining everything for Liam.

I thought of every case scenario possible, and every single one of them ended up in disaster.
So I wasn't comfortable to tell them at all.

And something kept stopping me.
Because I was still waiting for Louis to communicate with me.
Like some message from the universe to tell me I shouldn't tell the truth yet.

Or maybe I should text him just to see how he's doing.

It was stupid to care for him. But the distance was making me realize I kinda wanted him near. I wanted to know about him. I craved about his attention and his touch, because even if he was acting and faking around me, it felt right and good.

And it made me feel less alone.

I entered the 'rent a date' app and looked at Louis' profile picture for the millionth time this week.

I knew I was probably falling for him, getting attached to him, and yearning something I couldn't have, even if I had seen him three times in my life.

But how can I press pause to this feeling?

So I decided to keep waiting.

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Liam's bachelor party came and I still hadn't told any of them.

I know, I'm awful for lying to my friends.
I just couldn't help it. I really didn't want them to be mad at me.

Niall was sending me death looks every time any of them asked why William didn't come with me, why couldn't he have some fun on a Saturday night? If he was going to be at the wedding at all, if we had had a fight, etc.
And I was avoiding him.

Because Niall, this is hard. You can't blame me.

And then again, during the whole night, I got drunk.
And when I'm drunk I do humiliating things.
Such as sending Louis a message.

'Hello little ocean, how have you been?'

I sent it. But no one replied.

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It was Monday already.
Only six days to Liam's wedding and I had given up.
I was going to tell him I won't have a plus one with me, and that he can stop counting Louis for the reception and all.

That was it.

I still felt embarrassed of sending Louis that message while drunk, but I also knew I wouldn't have ever done it while sober.
And it was alright. At least now I knew he didn't want to know about me, that he would only do it for the money.

So as I came back from work, I searched for Liam's number on my phone, ready to tell him William wasn't coming with me.
And I promised myself that after his wedding I would tell them all the truth.

I mean, I procrastinated it for over a month already. It was about time.

Even if they hate me for it.

But suddenly a message popped up on my screen, making me stop my actions.

'Hi curly, everything is fine. How about you?'

From WilliamT.

I felt my heartbeat speeding up and I felt like an idiot. Those fucking butterflies in my stomach.

Why does this happen to me?

I sent a quick reply. Just trying to look chill.

'I'm alright, just coming back from work.'

'That's cool. Why did you text me?'

'I kinda need you to come with me to Liam's wedding.'

'You didn't tell them?'

'Nope :)'

'Damn Harry I thought you would be over with this. When is the wedding?'

'Saturday evening.'

'I can't, I'm busy.'

'Sure. Sorry. I should have asked you sooner.'

'It's okay, Harry. Take it as a sign to tell them the truth.'

'I'll try.'

'Good.'

'Bye Louis.'

But he didn't reply.

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Liam's wedding was today.

I didn't tell them about Louis not coming with me because I thought it was better to show up alone and tell them William couldn't make it because he was with diarrhea or something like that.

It would be more believable and I would have to give less explanations.

Right now I was finishing dressing up and fixing the bow tie Liam had picked for me in front of the mirror. It was a silver bow tie to match the maids dresses.

I looked at my clock behind me and it was already four pm and since I needed to get there earlier because I was his best man, I had to get going.

I made sure I had everything I needed, including my wedding gift for them when I headed out of my building.

I was walking to my own car in the parking lot, keys in hand, when I heard quick steps behind me.

"Harry!"

I turned around just to see Louis running towards me with a yellow flower in hand.

"Louis? What are you doing here?"

"I'm William for you." - He smiled, catching his breath after running. - "And I'm here to take you to the wedding. Do you still need a plus one?"

"Yes." - I brightly smiled.