The return of the good times and the bad // l.s.//short story

Chapter 1

Louis

“Lou come on we’ve gotta go”

“I’m coming!”

I just needed to find my shoes. “Babe! Did you see my shoes anywhere?”

“Yeah Clifford took them... here they are!”

“Thanks, babe,” I said as I grabbed the shoes. Giving her a kiss on the cheek as we left the house. 

As the cold London air hit my body I plastered a smile on my face, for the paps of course. It wasn’t real. Nothing was these days. 

Ever since I left Harry life turned to shit. I continued on, faking smiles, faking happiness, faking straight. Everyone believed it of course. Even the people closest to me. They didn’t know the difference between fake me and real me anymore. No one did. 

I can’t blame them though. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.

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Flashback 

“Haz come on you know it’s for the best!”

“How! How is it for the best Louis! Did you even consider how I would feel about it! No! No, you didn’t! Honestly, I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Haz-”

“Don’t call me that. Just please leave. Leave and never come back”

“You don’t mean that Harry…”

“I do though Louis! You ended this relationship when you chose your job over me.” He put his finger against my chest, “You said nothing would come between us.” He said as he forcefully poked my chest, “In the end, you were the only one who did.” He shoved my chest and left the room. 

*flashback over*

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I shake the thoughts from my head as I get in the car. I did the right thing. I had to let him go. He would have gotten hurt in the end. Our relationship wasn’t good. 

“We’re here Mr. Tomlinson,” The driver said.

“Thanks,” I say as I move to get out of the car. 

Bright flashes could be seen from outside the car as I grabbed my “girlfriend’s” hand. The door opened, revealing my bodyguard. “Thanks, paul” He nodded in return. I saw Eleanor come into view and without looking at her, kept walking, her hand still in mine. 

We were at the Brits because apparently, One Direction was up for an award. Even all these years later. 

I knew Liam was gonna be here. I can wait to see him. It’s been a while, that bastard. 

As we walked through the crowds of paps and fans I spotted a familiar brown-haired boy. My breath hitched and I stopped walking. What was he doing here. He’s not meant to be here. Nonononono this can’t be happening. I could feel a panic attack coming on so I politely excused myself to go to the restroom. 

Making my way through the crowds I accidentally bumped into someone. Still looking down I muttered a small “sorry” before making my way around the person.

I was stopped by hands grasping my shoulders. I looked up ready to yell at the mysterious person, but as it turned out it was “Liam!” I immediately smiled and wrapped him in a tight hug. “How are ya mate! Haven’t seen ya in a while!”

“I’m doing good Lou! I came over cuz I saw you running away from a certain someone.”

I pulled away from the hug and looked at him with a small frown. “I didn’t know he was gonna be here Li. I had to get away.”