fairytale love. | l.s |

chapter 1.

                                                                        harry.

        it has officially been two weeks ever since louis and i broke up. all i want to tell him is that i'm sorry. i just want to hold him one last time. i just want to call him baby one more time and just to tell him i love him so much. i miss our i love you fights and those stupid lame jokes i would tell him just to make him laugh. god i'm so fucking stupid. our relationship was like the ones you'd read in a fairytale. everything was so cliched and perfect. it's like nothing could ever bother us. we were in our own little world. until i let someone else join in on our world. happily ever afters are fake. there's no such thing. anything good at the moment wont end up good. all stories end up badly. 

        you see, the reason we broke up was because i was careless. i let the little monster inside me just control me. louis and i were cleaning up my mum's house. we were dusting the vases and louis well..being the cute idiot he was he dropped the vase. the vase was special though. my grandpa gave us the vase before i was born. long story short. i got angry and started yelling out horrid things to my beloved boyfriend. the words just came out like word vomit. 

     now louis wont talk to me. he's treating me like i've killed his mother or something! i said sorry afterwards. but i guess it wasn't enough. i miss him like fuck. i don't understand. i have the right to be upset over this type of stuff. he just doesn't understand. my parents love that vase like it's their most prized possession.

        there's only one way for me to get my mind off of him though. it's through coffee. that sounds like hipster bullshit but for real.  coffee and music is like one of my only escapes from my thoughts. they send me to a place that's unreal. they make me feel like i've been reborn again. now i'm sounding like those lame ass poets. holy shit maybe i am becoming one of those lame ass poets. whatever.

        currently, im at caribou to get my one and only turtle mocha. or should i get hot chocolate instead? i mean, it is quite chilly out. it's fall. or as other people call it autumn. to be completely honest right now, autumn is now my least favorite season. i know usually people either hate winter because it's cold as fuck or summer because it's hot as hell. or maybe even spring (which is my favorite) because it's like allergy season or something. but c'mon, do you not get annoyed with all of those girls posting shit like "just got my pumpkin spice!!! mm, delicious!"  because well, i fucking do. and the god damn leaves that yo have to rake...don't get me started.

        "hello, how may i help you?" a man with a feminine like voice says. oh fuck. jesus fucking christ yellow penguins fuck me in the ass not him. wait..when did he even start working here? i don't remember him saying "yo haz, i got a new job at caribou! it's fucking sick bro!". i sigh and look up at what sounds like louis.

        "could i get erm...a medium sized, dark chocolate turtle mocha with no like, whipped cream? oh yeah, can it be made with 2% milk too?" i slowly ask as i try not to make eye contact with the lad. i felt my heart scrunch up slightly as i bit the inside of my cheek and put my hands into my pocket, grabbing my wallet. louis looked annoyed. he's quite cute when he's annoyed. but the worst part about him being annoyed at this particular moment was that he was annoyed of me. i don't understand what i said was so bad? 

        "that'll be $4.57." louis said quickly as if he wanted everything to end. i took out a five dollar bill and handed it to him. he ripped it out of my grasp and i raised an eyebrow as he did so. lou rolled his eyes and handed me 43 cents. "who will this drink be for sir?" the short haired man asked me. i let out a quiet gasp and rolled my eyes slightly.

        "c'mon lou, you know who i am. jesus fucking christ." i groaned.

        "really? well stranger...i have no clue who you are. never have and never will." louis said with a slight cheerful tone.

        "whatever man." i mumbled out as i stepped out of the line. a few minutes later i grabbed the turte mocha and immediately left the place. what the hell was louis' problem? i didn't murder his mother or somethng! he shouldn't be so fucking mad. well...looks like there's one less place i can go to for coffee. 

        the words "it's over, harry." still ring in my head. everything before and after those three words are now a bad memory. all of those "good" memories that still linger in my head have become taunting me. my dreams replay them as if they were a clip from a movie. i wish all love would end happily instead of heartbreak. i thought that lou and i would last forever. i miss him loads. without him,  there's a part of me missing. i need him, badly. trust me, i've tried getting over louis. i tried getting with other people. but no one is like louis. as stupid as this sounds he's the only one i need in life to truly function. now i sound like those girls from those highschool movies. 

        does louis not see the pain in my eyes when we broke up? have i changed? does he not fucking know how much i love him? i love him with all my heart. he knows that. i used to tell him everyday. god, louis is such a fool. a fool that i love. 

why didn't he know my heart?

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THIS FUCKING SUCKED I AM SO GOD DAMN SORRY. 

for real though this did kind of suck. i'm only writing this to avoid my homework anyways. so leave feedback and if everyone completely hates it ill never ever add to this again. pls dont kill me for a suckish chapter tyvm.