Dylan drives to get his boyfriend from work with great news he found out.
20 minutes later. He picks up his wonderful boyfriend from work. Louis gets in the car. (Dylan) Hey handsome. (Louis) Hey you. They kiss. (Dylan) Babe, there's no easy way for me to tell you this. (Louis) It's okay babe. Tell me. Louis grabs his boyfriend's hand and intertwines his fingers with Dylan's. (Dylan) So Harry came by the house, actually thinking that you were gonna be at the house. (Louis) He fell for that? (Dylan) 100%. So I asked him: why did he cheat on you when you were at work making money and why did he ask you to marry him after he cheated? And.... Dylan takes out his phone. (Dylan) Maybe you should listen to the rest. Louis pressed play.
*The following is the recording of Harry's answer*
Harry: I cheated on Louis because he was boring. He wasn't giving me what I was looking for in a boyfriend. All he cared about was working and saving money so he could live with me. He was always busy working, that I barely got to see him and spend time with him because he was always so tired because he had a long day. I cheated on Louis over 48 times with 3 different people. So, if you do the math, I cheated on Louis with each person 16 times. I asked him to marry me after I cheated just for forgiveness. So I never loved him.
Louis heard the recording. (Louis) How could I be so stupid and fell in love with him for 3 years. Louis covered his face with his hands. Dylan rubbed the back of his boyfriend. (Dylan) Babe, you're happy with me. You're mine now. I'm not gonna do what he did to you. I'll never ever do that to you. In fact, I wanna know something.
Dylan pulls over somewhere and they both get out of the car. (Louis) Babe, what are we doing here?
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Louis + Dylan
Teen FictionLouis broke up with his ex-husband and former band mate from One Direction, Harry Styles, and moved on to this new guy named Dylan 6 months after they broke up. Dylan is the type of guy who Louis was looking for. He was good looking, had a wonderful...
