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"Louis, you have to leave," Harry tells me. I look at him with tears in my eyes. For the past hour we've been fighting, and I guess he's had enough of me. 

"Where do I go?" I ask hoping he'll let me stay a bit longer. 

"Anywhere, just get the hell out," Harry points to the door. "Grab your shit before you go."

"Okay," I get up from the floor and run up the stairs. I push our bedroom door open and grab a bag. I just start throwing clothes in, tears still flowing. I don't have any clue where to go, or what to do. I throw the last pair of leggings in and run down the stairs. 

"I love you-" I slam the door when Harry tries talking to me. I can't even look at him in the face. He's the reason my life is so so terrible, and now he's throwing me out. It's my fault that i stayed. I should've ran the first time he told me what he does. He's a heartless serial killer. 

I lay on the street thinking of how I wasted so much time. I'm 20 now, but I have no one. Stan hasn't talked to me in the last 3 months when I told him about Niall. Liam turned out to be a huge asshole. Harry just kicked me out, and Niall's dead. And he's dead because of Harry. 

I fall asleep dry tears on my face. 

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Harry's POV

I wake up alone since forever. I decided Louis was fine enough for me to tell him, but he looked wrecked. I didn't do it for me, I did it for him. He can't be with me, it's obviously not safe. I don't know where he went, neither should I care, but I do. I want to find him and hug him and bring him home, but I can't. He needs someone better. 

I decide to delete and get rid of everything about him, but you can't delete your mind. I wish I could. I could forget every time I made him cry, every time he was smiling up at me, every time I kissed him. Most people hate forgetting, but that's all I want to do. 

I notice it's raining, and I worry about him. He's always hated the cold rainy days, he thrived on the sunny warm days. His skin always glistened in the sunlight, he looked golden.  I want him to know how pretty he is. I never really told him; I wish I did. He's seriously the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. 

Now he's gone, forever. I blocked his number and all his socials. I'm still paying his phone bill, but I might stop in a couple months. I want to delete all our photos, but I can't. It's too hard, maybe in the future. For now I'll be at home all alone. 

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