Whispers of our broken love

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Harry was going to be crazy, his mind and his dreams were filled with dreams and imagination of something that he shouldn't be thinking about.

He was living in a movie that was filled with Louis and their past. When he slept he dreamt of Louis, when he ate he thought about him, it wasn't okay at all.

Despite there being a fiancé and his definitely loveless marriage, Harry was a committed man, he didn't had the right to fantasise about Louis.

And there was a reason why he left Louis wasn't there?

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to punch the bag, it was meaningless but controlling himself was getting harder and harder by each passing day that he spent in Louis' company. He dreaded the week that he had to spent his time with Louis continuously.

For reasons even unknown to him he started showing more affection towards Crystal, she was still unaware about his previous relationship with Louis because Harry didn't wanted to create an awkward situation between them.

If Crystal was shock from the surprised intimacy she didn't showed it, instead happily snuggled whenever Harry acted out.

"What do you mean you can't go? Crystal I don't even—"

"Babe, you know I hate cakes. Besides you have the sweet tooth between us." Harry huffs,

"Why do I get to go alone isn't this a couple work?" he complains because if he goes alone god knows what he'll do,

"Harry! I have to go to the designer. If not for your stupid work we would've gone to the cake shop the day Louis recommended. Now hush your complaining and go away or else he'd be angry."

"This isn't fair!" He whines.

*****

"Uhm May I ask why Crystal isn't here?" Harry's heart beat increases and he wills himself to control his urges something that he wasn't keen on sharing, he turns around and fishes his phone back inside his pocket before looking up at Louis.

"She's having an appointment with the designer." He says and again his heart whiplashes when Louis pushes his fringe away from his eyes with a dainty hand, his breath catching when he finds a locket on Louis' neck that had the unmistakeable ring as its pendant.

  "Fine. Let's go." Louis turns his neck to hush something to his assistant who nods with wide eyes, "Who's car are we taking?" The boy asks and Harry shrugs, "Won't it be better to take mine? I can drop you off here while returning."

"No we are taking mine. Cmon." And Harry knows Louis Is doing it to just as a rebellious act because he hates driving. If one thing that Louis Tomlinson hates more than a black coffee is driving.

"Why are you wearing it?" Harry blurts out, his mind is thoroughly fucked what with Louis' familiar scent clouding his senses. In his car the smell of vanilla and Baby powder is traumatising. And hence his question.

"What?" He notices the way the blue eyed boy tenses, "The ring. Why are you wearing it?" As if on instinct, a dainty hand goes over to the ring, clutching on it,

"It's mine." Louis whispers almost defensively and that's enough for Harry to shut his eyes tightly, a mantra of

Louis' your past

Louis' your past

Louis' your past

Echoing his head and he looks out of the window. He feels Louis' gaze on him which does nothing to temp his heart down.

Despite the ring being a family heirloom, Harry didn't had the courage to take it back and Louis never returned it. It was as if it belonged to the him, the size perfect for his pretty fingers and Harry still remembers how their hands used to fit perfectly and how he'd kiss those fingers hearing beautiful giggles in return.