5 years too late [L.S]

12

Harry

The sun shines through the window waking me up from the first good night of sleep I've had in months. I rub me sleepy eyes with the back of my hands, trying to clear my vision in an attempt to se the clock on the wall. Instead of seeing the clock I see a sleeping body on my chest. No wonder I'm having trouble breathing.

Louis.

He lies so peacefully on my chest, hand around my waist. Still sleeping. His hair all messed up, beautiful. I can't help myself but to run my fingers through his hair, massaging his head. We must have been drawn to each other during the night from muscle memory, having been sleeping like that for almost five years in that bed, I tell myself. Oh how I wish I could stay right here all day. But I know that my heart can't take much more heartbreak.

After lying there for about 20 minutes, enjoying Louis breathing, and his smell, I slowly usher myself from his grip, standing up, quickly putting on some joggers and a white shirt before heading out. One last look.

Ahh dammit. I go back in again, pulling up the blanket over him, placing a pillow under his head where my chest was. He looked so peaceful. How could this boy ever have hurt me so much.

Closing the door slowly behind me I see Niall and Liam staring at me.

"Is Louis in your room?" Liam asks

"Yeah, now, shhh, he is still sleeping"

"OooOOoooOOoo, Louis and Harry, sitting in a tree-"

"Don't you dare finish that! The only reason he was in my room is due to your loud fucking breathing Liam"

"Oh don't act like you don't like it Harry, you looovveeeddd it" Liam continues. And he's right, I slept like a baby. But I can't let him win that easily. So I laugh, letting out a quick 'yeah right' before going to the kitchen where Liam had already started on the eggs and bacon.

I walk over, put a apron full of blue and green hearts on, and start preparing the ingredients for pancakes. I mix all the dry ingredients before adding the rest. When it's mixed enough I begin putting it on the pan, the frizzling noice catching Nialls attention. He sure loves his pancake.

"Mmmm, that smells great"

"How could it not Nialler, it's pancakes"

"Sooooo, you and Louis, are we going to talk about that"

"No we are not, I let him sleep in my bed due to Liam being to loud, not because I still love him"

"Hey, I never said anything about love mate" shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How do I dig myself out of this hole. I go for honesty.

" well, he cheated on me, love or not, it's over"

"Listen, Louis fucked up big time, but I still se the same sparkle in his eyes as I saw all those years ago" I give him a look " I'm not saying you need to forgive him, or get together with him, but the two of you... the two of you were perfect. I have never seen a love that pure"

"He couldn't have loved me if he cheated"

"Let me tell you something, my mom cheated on my dad before I was born, a long time ago, but she had her reasons, the fought, but eventually dad forgave her fully, and they are still happy to this day. And I mean, they had me, so god must have agreed that their love was special, giving them such a special and amazing child"

Leave it to Niall to make me laugh at such a serious topic

"What I'm trying to say is, before you erase him from your life, listen to his side. If you still don't get it, still are just as mad. Then you have every right to throw him away forever. But don't throw the love I looked up to, through the window to fast. Cuz it truly was special"