5 years too late [L.S]

9

Harry

It's the next day. Last night I told Louis how I fucked his girlfriend 2 years ago. Me and Niall are at the studio again. I forced Niall to be early this hime, being tiered of always getting everyones attention every time I walk into a room. And today of all days I look like shit. Couldn't sleep. I was tossing around all night, trying to figure out how to explain to Louis that I didn't mean to hurt him. I really didn't know.

"Harry stop pacing, you will make a hole in the ground, he will get it"

"You don't know that Niall, you don't get how much it hurts... It's like.. I don't know. But I don't wan't him to go through what I did, I mean, Fuck... Look at me Niall... I am an emotional mess that snaps at the smallest thing, pushes everyone away, and thinks it's better to destroy my hand than to cry..." Niall still doesn't know about my thighs. And I'm not planning to tell.

"Mate, HE is the reason why you feel like this, I really don't get why you still care, it's just a taste of his own medicine"

"I just... I still-" The door suddenly opens with great force, slamming into the wall, probably leaving a mark. In barges Louis, not wasting a second before he snaps

"Harry we need to talk, Niall, get out" I feel my heart racing, I'm not ready for this. I make sure that Niall hears before I decide to use my way out "Fucking hell..."

Nialls eyes widen even more than when seeing Louis pushing the door open. Quickly he makes his way between me and Louis before turning to him. "I will not let you kill him Louis, we still need this reunion to happen"

"For fuck sake Niall, I will not kill him" He says rolling his eyes "Just let me talk to him... Now"

Both Niall and Louis are looking at me now. Louis with fury behind his eyes, and Niall with concern. Not knowing how to get me out of this, but not leaving before I give him the 'all clear'. I take a deep breath. Preparing myself for the conversation I had in my head the whole night. Just hoping Louis follows one of my scripts. I slowly nod at Niall, letting him know I'm fine. Then proceed to take a seat at one of the red sofas.

Niall making his way out of the door, looking at me once more and giving me a last out. I don't take it. He gently closes it, afraid it will break after Louis harsh opening. And Louis. Well he stood there looking down on me, not saying a word for a couple of minutes. Just staring.

I put my right ankle on my left knee. Sitting back and motioning for him to start. I make sure that my expression is as cold as always. Not letting him see the sleepless nights, the breakdowns and anxiety he gifted me. The fear of never being enough. But none of it visible. 5 years of practice makes perfect, I guess.

"Harry I swear to god. If this was a sick kind of way to get back at me I will not hesitate on killing you because-"

"It wasn't" I say, shortly, calmly and very cold. Not even letting him finish.

"You bastard. You'r a selfish son of a bitch. If you gave her the option of saying no, I'm sure she would-" He started getting closer, towering over me sitting down. Well I'm not letting him. I quickly stand up taking a small step forward.

"Woah, woah, woah... Hold up. You know that's not true. I would never make anyone do anything they are not comfortable with, and you know that better than anyone... She literally begged me to fuck her. If I knew the two of you were in a relationship, I would never have done it Louis, never... I didn't know..." He doesn't accept this. So he starts pushing me and hitting my chest. My training turned out good for something at least.

It doesn't hurt. He is not the strongest right now. He speaks up again. Voice breaking. Breaking my heart to. What's left of it at least. "If you just keept it in your pants, if you just didn't fuck my girlfriend..."