Who says you're not worth it?
‘Who Says You’re Not Worth It?’
written by: qwertysthename
summary: Harry Styles is 18, his best-friend, Louis Tomlinson is 20, Harry is depressed, suicidal, and in love with his best-friend. Does Louis feel the same?
disclaimer: everything here is 100% fiction and I do not own the characters used
caution smut in later chapters
a/n: i don't know how long this will be
Chapter 1
‘My name is Harry, I am eighteen years old, I live in Cheshire and I’m in love with my best-friend.’
He glances around the room nervously, looking anywhere but at the lady sitting in front of him.
‘Hi Harry.’ the lady behind a big, wooden desk states.
‘Okay Harry, I’m Amy, but why are you here?’
‘Because my Mum made me come because my doctor said I am depressed and- and suicidal.’ he shudders at the last part.
‘How come you didn’t say that first? Why did you say the part about your best-friend first?’ she asks curiously.
Harry takes a minute to think about the question before him, ‘I don’t know, that just seems- more important. I love him, but I can’t..’ he stops himself before he can say too much.
‘Why not? In most cases he or she will usually have some feelings towards the other, it isn’t very likely that it is unrequited.’
‘He’s too good for me. I’m worthless.’
‘Harry, no one is worthless. You may think you are, but you are not.’ She replies coolly.
‘I guess, what should I do about… Louis?’ he asks, a little unsure of himself.
‘I can’t tell you what to do, Harry,’ she answers, ‘but, if it were me, I don’t think I would be able to surround myself with him, as friends. I would probably confront him and ask him if he feels the same, and if he doesn’t, work through it, together.’
Harry doesn’t reply, ‘If he really is your best friend, he won’t let it come between the two of you.’
‘Okay’
*
‘How was it?’ asks Louis with an unreadable look on his face.
‘Mmm, it was okay. I’ve had better interrogations.’ Harry jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
Louis chuckles and fuck, that is so cute but Harry shouldn’t be thinking things like that about his friend. Friend, that’s all they’ll ever be.
Louis looks at Harry through his cerulean blue eyes and sighs.
‘What?’ Harry asks.
The left corner of Louis’ lips curves upwards in a small half smile that should have gone unnoticed by Harry, but he has recently started observing the lad a little bit more closely since discovering his feelings.
‘Lou?’ he questions after getting no reply.
Louis smiles again, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?
‘Haaaaaaaaz’ Louis extends his name, ‘I need you to get better.’
Why does it matter? ‘Why?’ he asks.
‘What do you mean, ‘why’? Fuck. You’re my- my best-friend, I can’t stand to see you so sad all of the time. Besides, you look better when you smile’
All that is going through Harry’s mind right now is: asdhjklkfdsdfgkaeughvkd LOUIS THINKS I LOOK GOOD WITH A SMILE aekdufbjvzoAILUSHBFlubazgiaeivhgaekug I’LL DEFINITELY BE DOING MORE OF THAT THEN!!!!
‘Thanks, Lou. I love you.’ And he means it.
Louis hugs him and whispers, ‘I love you too, Hazza’.
written by: qwertysthename
summary: Harry Styles is 18, his best-friend, Louis Tomlinson is 20, Harry is depressed, suicidal, and in love with his best-friend. Does Louis feel the same?
disclaimer: everything here is 100% fiction and I do not own the characters used
caution smut in later chapters
a/n: i don't know how long this will be
Chapter 1
‘My name is Harry, I am eighteen years old, I live in Cheshire and I’m in love with my best-friend.’
He glances around the room nervously, looking anywhere but at the lady sitting in front of him.
‘Hi Harry.’ the lady behind a big, wooden desk states.
‘Okay Harry, I’m Amy, but why are you here?’
‘Because my Mum made me come because my doctor said I am depressed and- and suicidal.’ he shudders at the last part.
‘How come you didn’t say that first? Why did you say the part about your best-friend first?’ she asks curiously.
Harry takes a minute to think about the question before him, ‘I don’t know, that just seems- more important. I love him, but I can’t..’ he stops himself before he can say too much.
‘Why not? In most cases he or she will usually have some feelings towards the other, it isn’t very likely that it is unrequited.’
‘He’s too good for me. I’m worthless.’
‘Harry, no one is worthless. You may think you are, but you are not.’ She replies coolly.
‘I guess, what should I do about… Louis?’ he asks, a little unsure of himself.
‘I can’t tell you what to do, Harry,’ she answers, ‘but, if it were me, I don’t think I would be able to surround myself with him, as friends. I would probably confront him and ask him if he feels the same, and if he doesn’t, work through it, together.’
Harry doesn’t reply, ‘If he really is your best friend, he won’t let it come between the two of you.’
‘Okay’
*
‘How was it?’ asks Louis with an unreadable look on his face.
‘Mmm, it was okay. I’ve had better interrogations.’ Harry jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
Louis chuckles and fuck, that is so cute but Harry shouldn’t be thinking things like that about his friend. Friend, that’s all they’ll ever be.
Louis looks at Harry through his cerulean blue eyes and sighs.
‘What?’ Harry asks.
The left corner of Louis’ lips curves upwards in a small half smile that should have gone unnoticed by Harry, but he has recently started observing the lad a little bit more closely since discovering his feelings.
‘Lou?’ he questions after getting no reply.
Louis smiles again, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?
‘Haaaaaaaaz’ Louis extends his name, ‘I need you to get better.’
Why does it matter? ‘Why?’ he asks.
‘What do you mean, ‘why’? Fuck. You’re my- my best-friend, I can’t stand to see you so sad all of the time. Besides, you look better when you smile’
All that is going through Harry’s mind right now is: asdhjklkfdsdfgkaeughvkd LOUIS THINKS I LOOK GOOD WITH A SMILE aekdufbjvzoAILUSHBFlubazgiaeivhgaekug I’LL DEFINITELY BE DOING MORE OF THAT THEN!!!!
‘Thanks, Lou. I love you.’ And he means it.
Louis hugs him and whispers, ‘I love you too, Hazza’.