fight for this love L.S

Chapter 2

Harry is not a nice guy.

I stare at him in shock as he shouts at this blonde girl who looks distraught, before rushing out of the gym. I look back at Liam and he just shrugs his shoulder, and nods his head back at the punch bag as if to say you shouldn't get involved. Obviously, I don't listen as I head towards where the girl left, not before walking past Harry and muttering "rude bitch" under my breath. Apparently he heard me as he said "excuse me?." I roll my eyes as I lecture him about making a girl cry and he just rolls his eyes and tells me I don't know anything. "At least I know how much of a dickhead you are" I grumble before trying to find the girl.

I find her having a smoke against the wall, her eyes red probably from the crying or that she is high. I slowly stroll to her before asking if I can have a smoke. She allows me and then I start conversation so I can ask if she is okay. "Yeah it is my fault, shouldn't be mad at him-" she starts before I cut her off. "Um, no it definitely is his fault, no way should she treat a woman like that, he is honestly so full of himself, don't protect him." She smirks at that before introducing herself as Olivia Wilde, his ex, who HE ended it badly, and she was trying to protect him, what a sweet girl. This guy is really starting to irritate me, but I won't ever have to see him after today because this is an one time thing, Liam will have to find a new gym partner. "I have to go as my break is over, here's my number feel free to call me to rant about anything," Olivia passes me her phone as I write it in my own.

Walking back in the gym I see Liam and Harry speaking and I roll my eyes as Harry looks over at me. Liam calls me over, "I invited Harry to come round tonight, and he even agreed to join our other sessions we do at the gym." Fuck Liam and his socialness, no way am I even coming back here or allowing this dickhead to step foot in our flat and ruin our reputation. "Thanks for the offer Li, but I'm not coming back to the gym and especially not letting this rude person in my-" "Our, our flat Louis. I had to deal with Malcolm this isn't up to debate." He definitely regretted saying that last part as soon as he did. "Louis I'm sorry-" I grab his keys and storm out of the building, accidently bumping into the receptionist but not even caring to say sorry, not like I liked her anyways. My eyes were burning at this point and I didn't know how I was gonna drive but luckily our flat was only 5 minute drive away. Fuck Liam and fuck that this is his car he can walk home. As soon as I got to my room I just dived into my bed crying out all the tears I though I had already cried out yesterday.

Malcolm was my first love. Well at least I thought it was real love. I was with him for nearly 3 years, until I found out he cheated on me multiple times. Honestly, this past week I have been moping around with Liam trying to cheer me up, and he was so happy he won the bet as he thought that the gym would help me get my mind to focus again. Well thanks for that Li, it didn't. I can't stay mad at him though, he is trying to help and I have made it hard for him, but that comment did sting. I knew Liam never liked Malcolm, but he promised to be nice to him, and he was. Looking back now, I should have seen all the red flags, if Liam, who is so nice and likes everyone, does not like a guy, then I probably should of been more careful. But I loved him so much, and it is so cringey to even think but I was so blinded by love. I ignored all the snarky comments on my body and always covered up when he said I looked like a whore, even when I liked the outfit myself. But I wanted to make him happy, make him happy so i could believe he was happy with me. Oh my god, I am so stupid. And I still fucking love him. I fucking hate crying, especially when you can't stop and when you finally have the strength to look in the mirror, you can see how visible it was by your eyes becoming puffy and red. I am mad at Liam still, but his comfort is so good. He holds me for however long I need to when even I have to be the one to push him away, he then makes sure I am eating well and have medicine for the headaches from crying. As annoying as he is, he is honestly my best friend throughout everything. And I know he is going to come in with a pity smile and start apologizing until I start laughing at how pathetic he is.

I jinxed that as I feel the click on my flat door open. I hear shuffling before my door creeks open and I'm pulled into a hug from strong arms repeating the word 'sorry'. And there I go again, crying. I've probably lost all my water levels in my body at this point and I can feel my nose getting sloppy and ew I need a shower. I detach Liam saying it is okay before he pulls my face in front of his so I can see his puppy dog eyes that you cannot resist and I am totally not jealous of. "Louis I am so sorry, that was so uncalled for, you're going through your first breakup and I just blurted this out, I'm sorry, please I'm sorry-" "Li, it's fine, I just need a shower." I look away from his sad smile to go to the bathroom before Liam shouts at me to warn me not to go in. I ignore him as I open the door met with a six pack. My mouth opens as I drag my eyes up the body only to recognize the face I did not need to see right now. He smirks at me "like what you see pu-" before probably noticing my puffy ass eyes. I see the regret hit his face and I almost smile in satisfaction before I huff at him for being a snarky ass bitch thinking I adore his god-like body. "Get the fuck out of my bathroom and my flat, and I swear to god if I see your face I will hit you." Yes. I can tell that was a weak comeback but at least he had some decency in his empty head to get out only wearing MY towel around his waist. I lock the door before looking in the mirror and letting out a breath at my now swollen eyes. I rub my face before turning on the shower, which takes even longer than normal to heat up because this uninvited visitor has used most of the hot water. I don't even know why he is here. Actually, yes I do, Liam. He probably drove him back home cause I had the car. First the breakup is my fault and now this. I'm a mess.

It's not that I purposely stayed in the shower long enough for it to go cold, so the chances of Harry being here is low....it just happened. It's okay though because at least my eyes have died down a little. The problem with this flat is that there is only one bathroom, so it does not lead back into my bedroom, it leads back in to the living room/joint kitchen. So if Harry is still here, I have to walk out in just my towel because I didn't bring any clothes as I wasn't expecting another person to be here. I look around hoping Liam has left a top or something, to my luck there was a pile of clothes in the corner. They smell a bit, but almost in a good aftershave way, I make a mental note to steal it from Liam. They are slightly.....quite big on me but it is fine. 

Confidently, I open the door to peek my head out. And the door creaks, bringing attention to me from 2 pairs of eyes. I sigh noticing that he is still here as I step out the door. Liam starts explaining how Harry drove him here and that he made a tea and that he wanted to apologize for before. I hesitatingly turn to Harry to hear his apology only to notice him staring at my body. "What are you staring at?" He looks up at me and his cheeks start to turn red, "you're wearing my clothes," my heart stops. I notice how he is in Liam's red jumper, I know its Liam's because I often steal it. I then realise how I made him leave the bathroom in the towel so of course his clothes were going to be in there. After a moment of silence, I realised I needed to reply, "Um, I'll just go to my room to change and give them ba-" "No, no it's fine you can have them, again I am sorry for everything, I need to go bye Liam, uh bye Louis." I stay standing in the exact same position staring at the door for about 5 minutes before Liam asks if I want a tea.

"I hope you don't mind, but he will be coming around tomorrow and every other day to come gym with me, you should come he is a nice lad once you know him," Liam rushes out to convince me. I shake my head to hear him sigh across from me. "Nah, it isn't my thing, but it's fine you can go with him." He tells me to think about it before he goes to his room to do work or whatever he does in there, as long as it doesn't involve me hearing moans from the thin walls we have it is all good. I go over to the couch to turn on some Netflix looking through all the shows to just end up re-watching breaking bad. It's only about 10am, and this is why I hate getting up in the morning because I have nothing else to do until lunch. Speaking of lunch, we need food, and unfortunately takeaways don't start delivering until evenings and Liam did the last shopping, so it is my turn. I look down at mine, well Harry's clothes, and decide to keep them on before grabbing my keys to go Tesco's.