i didnt mean to love you...

.15.

Louis' P.O.V

'harry. wake up.' i shake him trying to awaken him but nothings working. he fell back to sleep after talking about our plan to go out and hasnt woken up. its now 9:48. 'harry for fucks sake wake up.' my voice begins to raise in annoyance. i give up shaking him and go with the quicker route. slapping him.

'what. what. why the fuck did u slap me.' he sits up holding a hand to his cheek. 'because we are going out in like an hour and u were crying in your sleep. so explain please.' i say calmer yet still stressed. 'i- umm.' he looks at me before gasping loudly. 'ok what happened drama queen' i smirk. 'did we go to the cafe already.' he asks with a shaky voice. worry settles in my body. 'no. why. harry what happened.' i reach my hand out to hold his. he takes it willingly.

'i- my dream. we cant go to the cafe l-louis. a-and show me your knees' tears begin gathering at his eyelashes. 'what harry you're making no se'- 'just show me your knees please louis i am begging you.'

i dont feel like arguing so i lift my pyjama bottoms up and show him my pale knees. 'oh my god. it was all a dream. all of it. you-you're okay right nothing happened to you. no one touched you or anything.' he says with the previous tears running down his cheeks. 'im fine haz i promise. do you wanna tell me what your dream was about.' i whisper with concern lacing my voice. he quickly nods his head. harry has never really been one to open up about certain bad things that happen to him. even if its a dream.

'well- um. we- argh. you woke me up about two minutes after i fell asleep again and you slapped my butterfly then ran off. i was chasing after you and you fell but i picked you up. you got out my arms and i laughed. you did too then you stopped. you had a shower or something and when i next saw you your knees were all bruised. thats why i asked about your knees. then we went to the c-cafe down the street. we ordered and you had to pee. there was screaming. loud screaming. someone checked the female toilets but no one checked the male toilets. i went to check and-' a sob interrupts his sentence. 'a-and someone was touching you. it was ed. everything just stopped then. i was hitting him so hard and you were just sat there sobbing. police came and you had to explain it all to them. we came back home and you cried some more then fell asleep on me while i explained to niall liam and zayn what happened. when you woke up you-' this time he stopped himself. 'you- um. did s-something and said something that i-uhh. i dont really know how to say without sounding weird.' he whispered.

'what did i do harry.' i whisper back. 'you kissed me. and told me you were in l-love with me. i-i know it sounds bad bu-' 'what. are you out of your fucking mind. i dont like you harry. never mind love you. who even has a whack ass dream like that about their best friend.' i interrupted him, immediately regretting the words that came out my mouth. his mouth hangs open for a second before he closes it and nods, walking towards the door. 'thats great to know louis. well im sorry. but you know, i cant control my fucking dream. if i could i wouldnt fucking do that.' 'no haz dont be like that i didnt-' 'what you didnt mean it. you didnt fucking mean it. bullshit louis. bullshit.' he almost yells before slamming the door shut.

i put my head in my hands and think about what just happened. why am i so fucking dumb.

Harry's P.O.V

he had no fucking right saying that. i wasnt even over the fact that everything that happened was a dream. i slip on my shoes and write a note for the boys telling them ive gone out. a grab my coat from its spot next to the door and leave. i dont know where im going. or how long im gonna be gone. i just dont wanna be near louis right now.

after walking, for god knows how long as i didnt bring my phone, i end up at an empty abandoned park. the chains of the swings are rusted with the paint from the bars chipped off. i make my way to them and brush the leaves off one before sitting. swings make me feel like a child again. like everything will be ok if im alone and with something that reminds me of my childhood. when i was free. and could do whatever i want without someone asking for a picture or making up rumours about me that arent true.

tour starts next week and if this bullshit between me and louis isnt sorted its gonna be a rough few months. i feel like we havent done a show in ages. which isnt true. it just feels like it sometimes. im excited for this tour. where we are tour. has a ring to it. im excited to see fans. to see all the crew again. and paul. god its been about a month since weve seen paul. i do miss my second dad.

i dont even realise its raining until the water leaks through my thin vans. i stop the swing and pull my hood up, starting the walk back. its darker than i was expecting, so i mustve been gone a few hours. the walk home consists of rain, wind, and being freezing.

when i do get home im greeted with a worried looking liam and a guilty looking louis. i slip off my shoes and coat quietly. 'wheres niall.' i ask looking directly at liam, not wanting louis to answer. 'harry where have you been. your freezing a soaked!' liam basically yelled. 'i went to a park now where the fuck is niall' i yell back, the stress of this day finally showing. 'dont get strop-' 'hes upstairs in his room, knock first hes probably wanking over pictures of liam' louis interrupted him. i want to laugh at his joke. but i dont. i mutter an 'alright' and sprint upstairs. when i get to nialls door i frantically knock on it. 'niall for fucks sake open the fucking door' i say loud enough for him to hear me. he opens the door and takes in my appearance before letting me in. 'whats up broski' he says in a funny accent. 'louis.'