i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

✨ 28 ✨

(A/n: chapter 28!!)

~ Harry ~

The meeting is finally over and Louis immediately looks up at me. We make eye contact and he winks at me. I laugh and he sends me a smile.

"Where are you going?" Martha asks as I walk away from her. She holds my wrist tightly.

I look at her brown eyes and I can only think about the fact that they're not blue. That's a little disappointing to be fair, what's the point in having eyes if they're not the colour of Louis' eyes?  "I'm going to the bathroom." I simply say.

"You've already done that before the meeting," Martha says. "Spend some time with me."

My eyes find my way back to Louis. He looks at my wrist with a frown before he looks back up at me. He looks... jealous.

I like it. His jealousy makes me feel powerful. He always has control over me. He messes with my emotions and thoughts. But this time, I seem to be in control. I'm not someone who plays games but there's nothing wrong with making him a bit jealous, right?

So I decide to be nice to Martha for once. We talk and everytime I look at Louis, I see him clenching his firsts, looking very jealous.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Martha asks after a while.

"You're my girlfriend, I'm supposed to be nice to you." I say. I don't like refering to her as my girlfriend but I got myself in this mess of a relationship, so I can't complain.

Her facial expression starts to change. She now looks.. guilty.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I need to confess something." She mumbles.

I frown. It sounds like she's about to tell me she's cheating on me, but I already know that.

"I've been unfaithful to you." She confesses.

I don't say anything. I'm trying to think of a way to react. How would I react if I loved her and didn't know this already? I'd probably be hurt.

I'm about to put on a sad face but Martha probably thought she needed to explain it because she clarifies: "I cheated, I like someone else, I've been thinking about someone else."

"Me too." I say.

Why did I say that? That wasn't necessary. Oh no. I'm so stupid. "What?" Martha looks shocked.

"So we're breaking up?" I ask.

She frowns. "Aren't you upset?"

I sigh, what's the point in talking about this when we've both established we don't like eachother? "I'm breaking up with you." I say.

"You can't do that! My parents were so happy with me being with someone from an important family." She tells me.

"Isn't the person you had an affair with from an important family?" I ask.

"No, not really." She says. "My parents will be so disappointed in me." She looks down.

"I'm sorry." I say. "But you cheated on me, so don't blame me."