Stolen Promises

four.

Warning : mentions of alcohol / drunk driving kind of

Hours had passed since the couples dispute, since then Louis had gone back to the house to shower and change. The sun was just about setting and he couldn't help but think about if he didn't finish with Harry then they would be having their first dance right now. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head as this was his fault and he couldn't take it back - there was no way too. The scene replayed in his head over and over again like an old 90s record player. He meant what he told Harry, well partly. For the most part he was lying and it wasn't because he wanted to hurt Harry, he could never, would never intentionally hurt him. He knew hr didn't deserve Harry, it sounds stupid but everyone adored him. Harry was always the favourite in the band, the one with the best voice, the best style, he looked like a God so it was understandable why he was the favourite. Louis, however, he was always told he was the worst out of the five and he didn't deserve to be in the band. That he looked like an ugly rat and had no talent. He always wondered why Harry liked him, chose him to be with. Louis had came to the conclusion that the younger one was just taking pity on him and would mock him behind his back.
Louis did love Harry, so much. He just was scared. He always was, he was scared that something would happen and he would lose Harry forever. But now that was a problem since he already had.

Louis was lying in bed, duvets over him, fast asleep when the door opened. It didn't wake him up because he's always been a deep sleeper. When Harry walked into the bedroom he saw his es fiance in bed, their bed.

Tears quickly rushed through his eyes as he soon realised he would have to get used to sleeping alone, he had to get used to waking up every morning and not seeing those beautiful blues. Not making breakfast for him before he had to get to the studio. Not helping him pick out outfits and spoil him. He had to get used to being on his own without the love of his life.

He carefully reached for a duffle bag not bothering to check who's it was and quietly but quickly packed up his stuff. Before leaving the room he placed soft kisses to Louis' forehead and cheek. Watching the mans expression turn into a fond smile as he relaxed into the kisses. It chipped at Harry's heart a little knowing he would never see that smile again, it was over.

His tears were saved for when he was locked in their car, too far away from everyone else for anyone to hear his cries. He completely broke down looking for something, anything to calm him down. Opening the glove compartment he saw the bottle of vodka Louis had been saving. He chuckled to himself before downing half the bottle. It hurt his throat a little but he didn't care and drank the rest of it.

He took off his tie and blazer then began typing in the address of a pub he had passed by on his way here. He was sure it was still open.