*2 years later*
A/N Im sorry for the time skip. Also the song for this chapter is I Wish You Would by Taylor Swift. (No negative comments about Taylor please!)
Louis never talked to Harry since the night he walked in on him with another man. Louis didnt know if he forgave Harry. He didnt know if he never got over over Harry because he didnt get closure or if it was just the fact that Louis loved Harry.
Over the course of the last year Louis had gotten himself a boyfriend. He didnt love him though, Louis knew that for sure. Louis was just too unhappy to love him. He rarely talked to the guy too. In the end Louis had just decided to call it off. He also made weekly visits to Niall's to watch romance movies and to hear Niall vent about his own life. Louis was never one who gave good advice but he enjoyed listening to Niall because it got his mind off of things.
Harry on the other hand was just as unhappy as Louis. Almost evey night he went to some clubs with models that had no personalities. He would stumble home at early hours of the morning and not wake up until late hours of the afternoon. As for his singing career, that went down the drain.
His fans rarely tweeted him anymore, and he knew why, he was being a horrible role model. He could barely look at himself in the mirror so why would his fans even want to look at him. But Harry knew that some of his fans had stuck around waiting for him to get better/ help himself.
*Louis P.O.V.*
I decided that today I was going to go to the park to get some fresh air because I hadnt been outside in a few days. I quickly showered. I stepped out of the shower and quickly got dressed, the smell of my cheap perfume invading my nose.
I slipped on a navy blue jumper and some black skinny jeans with a pair of my new vans. I picked up my phone off my night table and headed for the park.
*Harry's P.O.V*
Last night I decided not to go out.
Since I had woken up at a nomal time I decided to go to the park. I quickly hopped in the shower and cleansed myself. I picked out clothes for the day; a green jumper with some black skinny jeans and tan Chelsea boots of course.
The walk to the park was cool. I could feel the autumn breeze swirling around me, sending shivers down my spine. I picked my walking pace up to a slow jog.
*Louis P.O.V*
Once I had gotten to the park I looked for a cafe to get a warm drink from. As I was walking down the beaten pavement I noticed the person walking in front of me. The tall, muscular figure had chocloate colored curls that were pulled back into a messy bun, but some of the curls had escaped and fell loosely around his neck. He wore bright blue jeans and a white button up shirt, of course it wasn't buttoned up all the way. To top it all off he had on a pair of his signature Chelsea boots.
I had not realized that I had stopped right in my tracks and Harry had moved way ahead of me. I started to jog at a fast pace to catch up to him. I cant believe I'm doing this. As I got closer to him it finally started to hit me at how much I missed Harry. I still love him. I still love him.
Harry was my oxygen, without him I couldn't breath, or live. Without Harry I felt as if I was nothing, but with him, oh when I was with him I felt as if we could do anything together. I began to run faster and faster, not realizing that Harry had crossed the street and I was about to run into the quick moving traffic. BAM! and then everything went black.
*Harry's P.O.V*
As I had just finished crossing the crosswalk I heard cars screech to a halt and looked back to see a lifeless body lying in the middle of the road. I sprinted over to the scene and fuck, it was Louis laying there. I quickly felt hot tears burning in my eyes and yanked my phone out of my pocket. My hands felt as if they were jelly but I managed to call an ambulance.
I knelt down and carefully picked up Louis. I moved him over to a park bench and sat down with Louis in my lap. I checked for a pulse and luckily, there was one. Looking at Louis again was an indescribable experience. I felt love but I also felt guilt.
I saw the deep bags underneath his eyes. He looked horrible and I had caused that. I caused Louis to be like this. But then again he still looked beautiful and I realized that I still loved him. I felt the tears running down my cheeks and they burned. I hadn't let go of my emotions in so long and it felt good to do so now. I then heard the sirens screeching in the distance. I quickly pulled my self together and stood up carefully with Louis.
The EMT's quickly grabbed Louis from my arms and placed him on the stretcher. One of the ladies waved me into the ambulance and I quickly hopped on. The ride was ages long. When we finally got to the hospital I realized that I could lose Louis. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest, it was as if I had my insides torn out. Watching the love of my life be wheeled down the blank hospital hallways made me feel as if I couldn't breath.
*2 months later* (still Harry's P.O.V)
A/N sorry about the time skip again
Today is the day, Louis is going to be released from the hospital. He had woken up about a month ago and had a slight case of amnesia. But now he had regained his memory. The doctors had kept him for so long to monitor him and for rehab since he had broken several bones. But now he was finally going home.
Louis and I had discussed our situation and had decided that Louis would be going back to his flat. As of our relationship we were dating but Louis still had to regain his trust in me. I was ready for however long that would take because I really fucked up. Louis was, no is my everything and I threw it away. This was all my fault and I didn't even have my own trust. I have to prove to Louis that I am worthy of him.
A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a really long time but I feel like this story is really going now where and there isn't a point to it. I don't really know what I'm going to do but I might just start fresh and write a new story that I can be proud of. So I hope everyone is doing well and please comment your honest opinion on this story.
