Louis' POV:
I stared out the large glass window of our apartment, noticing the lights from the city below us turn on one by one with the setting sun. It was amazing how many lives were being lived right now; someone was getting married, another would be having their first child or kiss, someone may be taking their last breath while their loved ones were close by. Tonight, I was losing the the person who meant most to me in this world.
I sighed and turned around to face a distraught Harry who was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I knew I should be comforting him right now, but then again he was the one leaving me. He was the one walking out after five years of what I thought was a happy relationship. There were times where things were difficult, and when ending it seemed like the best option, but we never actually considered it. We loved one another too much to even go through with the idea of throwing everything away; or so I thought.
"Why now, Harry?"I asked, my voice low and raspy from the threatening emotions ready to spill over. There were so many things I wanted to say and do to him; I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs from the pain of my heart being ripped from my chest by the very person who gave it life. I wanted to cry for the memories that would become the only thing I'd have left of him. I wanted to lean down in front of him and grab his face in mine, forcing him to look into my eyes to see the hope I had that we could make it past this.
He looked up at me, his green eyes tormented and furrowed. I hated that this is what we had come to.
"We aren't happy, Louis. You can try to convince yourself as much as you'd like, but you aren't happy. We've gone through too much for this to be fixed. I can't do it anymore. I have nothing left to offer." His voice broke, his lips puffy and shaking like they usually did right before he cried. I wanted to press my lips to his and make him feel the love I had for him, because that was something that would never change. Instead, I stood there lifeless, across the room from where he sat. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, his eyes red from the tears he had shed in telling me how he felt.
"Are we really so far past hope that we can't fix what's been done? It's been five years, Harry. We've overcome everything together. Why not this?"
"What's the point if we always end up right back where we start? We just keep making the same stupid mistakes and I can't take anymore heartache. I love you, always, Lou. You know that. But I also know that if we are ever going to be happy, we can't keep playing ourselves." My heart dropped at the nickname, not sure if he had even noticed he had called me it. That was something he had said to me from the first day we had confessed our feelings to one another, I love you always, Lou, played over and over in my head, trying to memorize the way he said it because this was most likely the last time I would be hearing it.
"What about me, Harry? I get a say in all of this. I have a right to say no..I can't- I can't be without you, Harry. You've become such a big part of my life, such an important part of me that I can't let you just walk away. I love you. Doesn't that matter?" My voice betrayed me and cracked, I could feel the tears brimming around my eyes. He stood up from his seat then, cautiously coming over, stopping a foot away from me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. His eyes, always so intense and seemingly endless pools of green, looked deep in mine. I ached to close the distance between us and wrap him tightly in my arms.
"Of course it matters, Louis. You always matter. But this is best for the both of us. It may not seem like it now, hell even I am still having doubts about this, but in the end this is what we need. We have to let go." His voice was a whisper, but I could here the determination in his voice. I knew there was no changing his mind; his heart was set and mine was left aching for something that no longer was.
