⚠️ This fanfic is strictly fictional and should not be taken seriously!! I do not view the real people in this book as they are presented!! ⚠️
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Larry Stylinson 💚💙
Ziall Horlik 💛🧡
Louis Tomlinson.
Known as the asshole of the s...
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Louis Tomlinson
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I bust out of the venue, the loud thumping of his voice still echoing around my head like a taunting melody. I walk towards the building's outside wall, leaning my forehead on the cold bricks.
I hear the door slam open and Niall comes rushing out, running pass me and stops at the edge of the sidewalk. "Louis!" He calls out, whipping his head at anywhere but where I'm at.
"Niall?" I chuckle, panting out towards the sky and I try and grip my bearings.
He turns his body towards me and locks eyes with my heavy ones. He bolts towards me and stops in front of me, not touching me in anyway like he remembered not to do.
"You knew, didn't you?" I ask, lowering my head down so it disconnects from the wall and I'm able to look at Niall straight on.
"K-Knew what?" He plays dumb.
"You knew that it was Harry playing and you knew I'd say yes because I haven't seen you guys in so long." I breath out, wiping the thin sheet of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand.
He sighs, "Of course I knew, but I didn't think you'd say yes or that you'd react this way.. I thought you'd be in awe of him," Niall explains carefully, stepping lightly with his words.
I shake my head, feeling done with this whole thing. With Niall, with Liam, with Harry, this show, my reaction- I'm done.
I gulp down the ache in my throat, "Fuck you," I choke, feeling my tears pushing harder against my eyelids as I stare into his big doe eyes I prayed I'd see again.
Niall bites his bottom lip, looking at me with pity and guilt. "I'm sorry Louis.. it's just, you guys used to be so happy together and I just thought this would help you guys reconnect-" He tries to explain but I stop him.
"Fuck, Niall! That wasn't your fucking decision to make!" I snap, throwing myself off the wall and I bump my chest into his.
"Look, I know you're upset but Harry wanted to see you. He gave me the extra ticket for you or Zayn but he said he'd rather see you," Niall gently speaks, trying to get me to listen but all I can hear is lies on top of lies.
"Bullshit! He doesn't want to fucking see me Niall!" I push him back and he stumbles back, not trying to hit me back. "Did you see the way he fucking looked at me?!"
"I'm not lying Louis," he calmly says, keeping his hands up as he tries to lay them on my shoulders.
"I never got a call! Or text! Fuck not even a email after that day! From any of you fuckers!" I slam my hands into his chest, causing him to fumble back until landing on the ground.
