Logan's POV
I arrived back home, running upstairs immediately. I didn't want Louis to see me crying.
But I went the wrong way, immediately bumping into him as I turned the corner.
"I-I'm sorry love.." I muttered, my face being shielded by my hair, eyes focused on the hardwood floor.
Louis grabbed me by the waist lifting me up, and spinning me around.
"Hold up missy." He laughed, tilting my chin upwards.
As soon as he saw my eyes, his lips set aline, "What happened?"
"No-nothing.." I whispered, turning away and making my way back to our room.
He followed behind me as I plopped down on to the bed.
I felt the weight on the opposite side of the bed shift as he took a seat.
"Logan.. Babe... Tell me what's wrong." Louis said, grabbing hold of my hand and intertwining our fingers. He pulled me on to his lap, my head meeting the crook of his neck.
"It's him." I whispered. I couldn't assemble the strength to say his name. Just the thought of his name made my heart shatter.
"Who..?" Louis whispered into my ear.
"Harry.."
"The boy from back home?" Louis inquired, the determination to make me smile was clear in his voice.
"Mhmm." I hummed, sending a vibration through his chest.
"Forget him.. Okay love? Let's not worry about anything right now."
I nodded my head.
Lou was right.
Harry's POV
The drive to my desired destination wasn't very long.
My mind was clouded by the numerous thoughts of Logan. All I could think about were her cries of pain, the horrified look etched into her flawless features.
I couldn't help but regret what I had done to her this afternoon.
She basically quit because of my idiotic actions, I should have never pulled her out of the studio or grabbed her wrists that forcefully.
I made myself look like an immature figure, I was supposed to be moving on, enjoying life.
I stepped out of my car, brushing my curls from the front of my face, biting the inside of my cheek as I awaited the reaction I've been dreading.
Making my way towards the door, I closed my eyes as my fingers made contact with the doorbell.
Footsteps could be heard from behind the door, the sound of the lock turning made my palms sweat.
A familiar face greeted me, those blue piercing eyes, tall frame, brown hair.
"Umm.. Can I help you?" The Doncaster accent asked, he was holding the side of the door firmly, his fingertips white as he clasped the frame. I feared what I was getting myself into, mustering up the courage I asked that simple question.
"Is Logan here?"
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
