Never Again

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Laurent's POV:

Larry will never change. Whenever he doesn't get his way he turns right back to his old self again.

What was it maybe ten minutes after we talked that "she" showed up at MY door looking for Larry?

Please she knew damn well this was my room, she seen me come out of it the day after she stayed the night in Larry's room.

She always did that. She waited for Larry and I to fight and then show up at my door pretending she didn't know this wasn't Larry's room.

After seeing her I feel even more frustrated that I did earlier. May be I should just go and have fun without thinking of Larry's reactions.

It's not like he cares anyways right? He told me over and over again he sent her home, yet here she is not ten minutes after our conversation.

I really need to start thinking about myself for once and not worry about what others will think.

I'm just so tired of this...

Sighing heavily I climbed into my bed praying for a dreamless night's sleep. But of course that couldn't happen, I never get what I want.

I tossed and turned, waking up throughout the night from painfully once happy memories of Larry and I together.

I smiled sadly at the memories I had once wished would or could be wiped from my mind.

The happy memories that lead me to the heart break I never saw coming.

The heart break that doesn't seemed to be healing.

The heart break I don't wish on any of my haters.

The pain I walk around with, while pretending I'm fine is suffocating and at times unbearable.

Unable to find a peaceful sleep I quietly exited my hotel room, not before grabbing my wallet and phone. I walked mindlessly throughout the streets of Paris avoiding my mother's house and any of our crew's houses.

True every one should be sleeping at this time, but I didn't want to take the chance of anyone Larry and I knew, see me. After about an hour of walking around (trying but failing miserably to clear my head and heart) I headed back towards the hotel and back to my room in hopes to find some sleep before the workshop.

After may be an hour sleep finally pulled me in deeply and peacefully.

Not sure how long I slept, but the constant ringing of my cell and the knocking on my door told me it was late afternoon, without even looking at the clock. Regretfully I got out of bed and answered the door and my phone at the same time, just to not only hear Larry's voice, but seeing him on the other side of my door.

Groaning at the sight of him, hanging up my phone, ignoring Larry as I walked back into my bedroom to gather some clothes for a shower.

Looking in the mirror I noticed I look just as good as I feel which of course is sh*t. Dark purple bags hang under my eyes, my once neatly twists are partially untwisted.

Shower time.

I stood under the boiling water trying to wash away the stress that I'm sure is all to evident all over my face and slumped shoulders.

Worse is when our fans see me this way. I don't care if our crew sees me like this, they have seen me in much worse state but not the fans.

Letting the water run cold as I finished rinsing off the soap. Turning off the water and stepping out the bathroom in a towel to find not just Larry but she in my bedroom waiting like the happy couple they pretend to be on my bed.

'You mind getting the f**k out my room'. I gritted out without holding back my anger. Any other day I could pretend to be nice, but not today.

I stared at their shocked faces, before they got up and walked out my room closing the door behind them. Instantly I felt bad, but refused to apologize to them. Larry should have known better, but once again it's all about him.

Sighing frustratedly I finished getting dressed. Grabbing my wallet, hotel key and phone I walked out my hotel room without looking if Larry and his unwanted guest is following me. I can tell it is going to be another one of those long f**king workshops where Larry and I spend most the time fighting over stupid sh*t.

Shaking my head groaning, and exiting the hotel and into the awaiting vehicle. I ignored Larry as he tried to talk to me.

After this workshop tour I am officially off to do as I want. I can't do this anymore.

He can the house.

I'll find my own.

After today we will never be the same.

After today it'll be Larry and whatever he wants to do.

After today it'll be Laurent and whatever he wants to do.

I have waited for so long, but instead of happiness I only ever received heartache.

I have decided to officially end it with Larry...no more holding onto someone that doesn't seem to care about me.

From now on he will only be Larry my brother, my twin...that's all after today.

The ride to the workshop was the longest ride I have ever had. Maybe the universe was trying to give me time to reconsider my choice, but no matter how long the ride (and even though my heart and head are at odds with my decision) it is necessary. Larry doesn't seem to care about me the way I care about him, or the way he cares about his girfits or his unwanted guest. It's time I except my heartache and except our break up.

When we arrived at the workshop I pulled Larry to the side and told him everything.

'I except our break up'. I told him. At first he was shocked but he quickly recovered. I also told him I wish him all the happiness in the world and walked into the workshop ignoring him as he called my name. It's time for me to heal. I forced my tears to stay behind my eyes, placed my fakest smile and proceeded to start the workshop. Which surprisingly ran extremely smoothly. I smiled sadly one last time at Larry before leaving the finished workshop.

(It's better this way) I whispered to myself sadly as I walked out hailing a taxi.

After today we will officially only be Les Twins brand. Fulfilling our contractual commitments, but that's all, we are officially done.

No more heart break for me.