2 YEARS AGO

•~Chapter 3~•

(LOUIS)

2 YEARS AGO

"Get away from me!" He yelled. "This is your fault. You made me do those things."

I knew what he meant. But i didn't feel any worse than he did. I felt like dying too. I just wanted it to stop but i'd never blame Harry for any of it. He's my angel. And seeing him crying like this, it broke my heart, I wanted it to all go away. I'd do anything to turn back time. But i'd never change loving him. It wouldn't be possible to live. I loved him. Even if that was bad. I still did.

"You made me do them. You forced me. I didn't want to. I didn't 'love' you!"

Those words cut like knives against my skin. They were the words I never wanted to hear. I never even thought i would hear them come out of Harry's mouth. He knew that. He knew how i felt. I told him every day that i couldn't live without him. He said it back. He loved me.

By now i was full on crying. I wanted to beg him to take back his words. I couldn't see myself being able to live without this boy. I loved him more than anything. He was the only thing i had left. Why was he doing this? Did he not see the tears falling down my eyes? I wished he could feel how sore my heart was right now. It was like a million needles piercing me, one after the other. And the look in his eyes was fearless. Too loveless for me to meet his eyes. It was my first time seeing him like this and I dont like it at all. I just wanted hear him say 'I love you', like he'd done before.

"Harry, I...I thought."

What i was going to say was "i thought you said you'd love me forever." Because that's what he promised every time he kissed me, every time his green, beautiful eyes met mine. That's the promise that made me fall in love with this insanely wonderful soul.

I had called him an angel that day and his smile unexplainable. He made me the promise that day, to love me forever, and i believed him because i really meant that he was an angel. He never lied, always tried to please people. He was perfect.

But he cut me off.

"You thought wrong."

(PRESENT)

And that moment was my first and only heart break. Harry'd shattered my heart into pieces that night. And the worst part was that I blamed myself for it. He was so right, it was all my fault. But he was also wrong because I didn't force him to love me. He made those promises he couldn't keep on his own. I didn't force him to tell me forever. I didn't force those late night calls, the sneaking out, the eye contact, the touches. I didn't do that. He did.

And i hated that. I hated what he did. But i didn't hate him. Even after all Harry had done to me two years ago, I still felt those feelings come gushing back when I saw him today. Honestly they never left. I never stopped loving him, never forgot the memories. I had a constant whole in my heart, because when he left, he took a part of me too. I always felt that missing piece, that, no matter what, I couldn't fill. In the end though, I learnt to live with it.

It was a bit late in the night now and Niall had ditched me with some of the football players. Everyone was trying to get to know me, the scolarship kid. It was flattering, really but this party was getting boring. I couldn't even really call it a party. It was really just football players either doing lines of coke or dancing with girls. I heard manchester university had a great team, I was starting to doubt that. Worse, now that I was certain Harry was on the team. This was going to be journey. A long one.