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That answer isn’t good enough, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ never been any good at knowing when to stop, “I<br />
know why you didn’t come here t<strong>on</strong>ight, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> I think that you knew I’d figure it out.”<br />
Harry stays quiet, his breathing is deep, chest heaving with the attempt of calming him down,<br />
Louis can tell it isn’t working but he pushes <strong>on</strong>, “He’s an ass, Harry, you shouldn’t have changed<br />
for him, you shouldn’t change for any<strong>on</strong>e.”<br />
Silence.<br />
“There’s nothing wr<strong>on</strong>g with who you are, what you like, what you wear, do you underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> me?<br />
I’m trying to help you, I wish you would fucking talk to me.”<br />
When Harry doesn’t reply again, Louis feels the last ounce of patience he had snap in two. His<br />
whole body is flooded with anger <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> heat, his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s tingling <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his muscles clenching. “You’re<br />
giving me the silent treatment now, kid?”<br />
“Stop calling me ‘kid,’"<br />
“Stop acting like <strong>on</strong>e.”<br />
“What do you want me to say, Louis? That I’m sorry? Sorry for what? That you’re right? I think<br />
that goes without saying. I didn’t change for him, I changed for me. Because I didn’t like who I<br />
was, I knew it wasn’t really me, it had nothing to do with Royce.”<br />
“You’re telling me that you want to pretend you’re some<strong>on</strong>e else because that’s what you want?<br />
And that it had nothing to do with the fact that some<strong>on</strong>e broke your heart, used you <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> degraded<br />
you?”<br />
“It was my choice, it was what I wanted.”<br />
The car is too hot now, it’s sweltering <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the space is too small. Louis is so agitated, because he<br />
doesn’t underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>. He can’t grasp why Harry would want to change the way he was, all <strong>on</strong> his<br />
own accord <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> how that just doesn’t fit with the analysis Zayn had come up with. Those small<br />
traits of Harry, they were hidden with an undert<strong>on</strong>e of embarrassment, of being ashamed, not<br />
something Harry would be proud of.<br />
If Harry’s truthful, he actually did want to be a different pers<strong>on</strong>, change his attitude <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the way<br />
he dressed, the way he acted <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the way he portrayed himself, Louis could accept that. He could<br />
go with it, learn to underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> where Harry is coming from. But it’s the hesitati<strong>on</strong> in Harry’s<br />
words, the way his phrases are tight <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> forced, it seems rehearsed, like he had been waiting for<br />
the moment his lips could mold around the letters <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> let them out. It all seems fake <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it doesn’t<br />
sit well with Louis.<br />
“Ok,” Is what Louis decides to say, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it doesn’t relieve the pressure between him <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry,<br />
because neither of them are being sincere, not even a little bit.<br />
It doesn’t take l<strong>on</strong>g before they’ve arrived back at the flat, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry throws the car into park with<br />
enough force to move the entire vehicle. And Louis opens his door with the same amount of<br />
anger, both of their feet pounding heavily <strong>on</strong>to the c<strong>on</strong>crete sidewalk <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ eyes are pinned<br />
to the back of Harry’s leather jacket <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> now he hates what it represents, he wants it to <str<strong>on</strong>g>burn</str<strong>on</strong>g>, he<br />
wants to see Harry wearing those sweaters he used to love.<br />
And Harry’s shoulders are squared <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> tight because he knows that Louis isn’t letting this go.<br />
Which is exactly right. So, Louis’ letting the anger build up, he’s letting his heart rate speed <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s shake <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his teeth clench. He’s working himself up because if he doesn’t, he w<strong>on</strong>’t