She Was Mine *ON HOLD FOREVER*

Chapter 10: Harry's help

*Hailey's POV*

I had to be strong. I couldn't fall apart. Couldn't let the tears come down, or the sobs be heard. I gazed intensely at Louis. His eyes flashed with hurt. He shouldn't of cared, I was the one hurt. He's the one who cheated.

I shouldn't of been this emotional either. I had been the one to plan a breakup.I was the one who knew it would have been better to be apart for the both of us. Louis just seem to beat me to the chase. I would have liked my way a lot better though. 'He didn't move, he just looked at me with sad eyes. Thank god for Emily.

"Louis, you should leaved," She said sternly.

He dropped his connecting stare with me, as if coming out of a daze. He looked at Emily; who was now pointing at the door sharply, then back to me. He only softly nodded his and let the first tears fall before running out of the room, almost in a sprint.

"At least he left the food," Emily offered, smiling slightly.

But I wasn't in the mood for her jokes right now.

*Louis' POV*

I was sprinting towards the car now, avoiding and glares and confused stares from patients and visitors. I didn't care about the tears now, wiping them away would only make room for the next.

I got into the drivers seat, and let the sobs escape; covering my face and placing my forehead against the wheel. This went on for several minutes I suppose, but the time elapse wasn't exactly the first thing on my mind. I concealed the sobs and forced them down to awkward hiccups. I couldn't go to our, or my, flat. Not alone. Not with all of Hailey's belongings, and her scent on our sheets.

I needed to go to Harry's. He was always to help out when Hailey and I had fought. He was like our therapist in couples counseling. Was there such thing as heartbroken counseling?

I drove to Harry's, my thoughts droning into the background from the loud music. I pulled up to Harry's flat. The door to his flat wasn't locked so I just walked right in.

He was on the sofa watching football. He wasn't surprised to see me. He only grabbed the TV remote and turned it off, standing up from the couch. My eyes diverted to his coffee table. On it were those damned magazines, taunting me with my mistakes. I felt the tears come back, and I didn't hold back the sob. Harry said nothing.

He only took a step closer, opening his arms to offer some sort of affection. I ran towards him before tightly wrapping my arms around him. He did the same, holding me quite tightly, while he let my tears stain his shirt.

After a minute, he quietly shushed me and began rubbing my back. I pulled back wiping the tears and snot from my face.

"Sorry for getting snot on your shirt mate," I said offering a sad smile.

He only returned the smile, before quietly saying, "You wanna stay over tonight?"

I nodded my head quickly, still wiping the tears that were fortunately no longer coming down.

"I'll make some tea," He said soothingly, patting my back before heading towards the kitchen.

I sat down at my spot on the couch and turned the game back on. I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was only thinking, replaying todays events, and slowly drifting off.