The Balloon Man (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

Well... It happened.

And Louis was fooling himself to think that it wouldn't. It was too good to be true, he knew it was, no one could love him without it ending. And this felt just as heavy, just as heartbreaking as when Ned passed away.

Louis was in the same spot he was 4 years ago. In 2 weeks it'll be Ned's anniversary. And in a month it'll be the day Simon cheated on him.

He hated his memory, he hated he knew the dates, knew down to the minute every time his world came crashing down. This was no different, if anything all too familiar and it broke him to his core.

He couldn't stop the flashing pictures of Harry with Sarah on the street. Them wrapped around each other as he walked her home, but what broke him were the timestamps on the pictures he got.

And now he was waiting. Hiding in the music room and playing a song he hasn't since he and Simon broke up, waiting for his boyfriend to come home.

As his hands ran along the keys if possible these words felt even more relevant than they did all those years ago. He never thought he would be singing them again, never thought he would have to dig it up, but here he was. Eyes stinging, nose running and feeling like no matter what he did he couldn't catch his breath.

He wanted Harry to come home, he needed to know how he could do this to him. But each second he didn't see the younger man he was almost grateful for it. Louis didn't want to have this conversation, to break down, to hear what he's been dreading.

He couldn't pretend not to know, he knew he wouldn't be able to look at his boyfriend without breaking into even more tears.

And Louis doesn't know how long he was in there, how many times he played the song over and over until there was a hand on his shoulder.

He felt himself spring up, pushing himself off the piano bench and trying to steady himself on his feet as his eyes caught on Harry.

"Lou," the green eyed man gasped out at seeing his tear stained cheeks, "babe what's going on? What's wro-"

Louis didn't say anything though. Instead reaching for his phone and thrusting it at the younger man's chest, trying not to start screaming already.

Harry stumbled back for a moment, his face falling as his eyes stayed on his boyfriend who sent him a cold glare.

"Open it and scroll," Louis said through gritted teeth, feeling his eyes pooling with more tears, but he couldn't break his stare from him.

The curly haired man opened and closed his mouth, unlocking the phone and furrowing his eyebrows as he swiped through the pictures.

"Louis what the fuck is this?" Harry barely whispered as he slowly picked his head up to look at him.

"That's you taking Sarah home and not leaving her place for an hour and a half," Louis said, now seeing Harry, feeling the steady rise of anger course through him, "you said you were going to the bar and coming home."

Harry stood there frozen, his jaw falling open but nothing coming out for a moment, "did you have someone follow me?" he managed out.

Louis didn't break his gaze, unable to as he crossed his arms over his chest and squared his eyes at him.

Harry shook his head, sending him a cold scowl before slamming the phone on the piano and turning on his heel to walk out of the room.

"What Harry? Are you mad, are you upset you got caught?" Louis tried not to scream, but even still his shaking voice was echoing through the room.