~~After the interview~~

Harry's POV

I'm so thankful that bloody interview is over with, it was horrible. I sat as far away from Louis as I could I'm glad he's back but I can't help being angry at him. I know it's not his fault or maybe it is...he hardly talks to me anymore. I get so nervous when ever I'm around him, he makes me feel a certain way that I can't quite describe, its like I want him but then I don't..I wish he knew how I felt, but then again I don't..would he ignore me even more than he does? Would he reject me?

I sighed as I followed Niall and Zayn down the hallway, Liam was chatting with Louis and I couldn't help but feeling envious every time I glanced at them, I know Liam was only was only talking to him but I guess I felt like that should be me, I should be talking to Louis, but I get so insanely nervous I can't think straight. I brushed the hair from my face and glanced at Liam who had his arm around Louis's shoulder and was laughing. I narrowed my eyebrows at them and stuffed my hands into my pockets, I felt the blade scrape against my knuckle, pulling my hand out. I had forgotten I'd put it in my pocket earlier when we were getting dressed. A few tears escaped my eyes at the thought of turning to my blade for comfort these days..I used to go to Louis when I had problems or just wanted to talk, but now a while later I go to a lifeless piece of metal, that's doing me no good at the moment. I let out a sigh and wiped my cheeks, I looked over my shoulder and my eyes met Zayn's, he gave me a cheeky grin and when I didn't smile in return he looked a bit concerned, I don't know why the boys get "worried" or whatever when I'm not always smiling, hey people can have bad days....weeks...months..

"You ok?" Zayn asked walking up next to me and taking his phone from his back pocket.

"I'm fine" I replied, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets and staring at the ground and avoiding eye-contact as much as possible. "You don't seem fine.." Zayn said, while glancing up from his phone. "What do you mean?!" I said, anger filling my voice. Zayn looked at me once more before muttering "sorry" and ran to catch up with Niall. I shook my head and kept walking, when suddenly I felt a slap on my back, I whirled around in confusion, why eyes met with Louis's. "how've you been Hazz?!" He asked excitedly. If only he knew. I hesitated "um...er....good." I lied biting my lip. "That's good, oh and I have great news I'm going to be staying with you lads for a while, I've missed you guys so much" Louis beamed, running his hand through his messy hair. I frowned at him, should I be happy? I don't really know, he's been gone for so long, I haven't seen him in ages and he expects me to be all excited that he's back yet the whole time he was away he never answered my texts,calls, or emails, and now that he's returned he expects everything to just "go back to normal" as you could say. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Louis whined, putting on a pouty face and playfully punching me. I pulled the hood of my jacket over up over my head and ran away from him. I pushed open the doors of the building, the harsh wind blowing in my face as I stepped outside. I glanced back seeing a confused looking Louis, before letting to of the door and it slamming shut. I then ran into the tour bus and flopped on my bunk. I sobbed into my pillow a minute or two before angrily tossing it across the room. I curled up on the edge of the bed and closed my eyes, maybe sleep will take my mind off things, at least for now anyways.