Louis POV
"Why did you leave?" Was the first thing after ages of silence -it was not ages but it felt like it was- that Harry said to me.
"I- what do you mean?-"
"Everyone said hi even your girlfriend," he said girlfriend as if the word left a bitter taste in his mouth "and even though I may currently hate you, I don't want you to ignore me... Damn sounds stupid..."
"I get it and I'm sorry I just thought it would be awkward." No, you are just a coward.
"Oh, it would!" He said and then a smirk formed on his lips "but fuck if it wouldn't be funny too." He exclaimed.
"Yeah..."
"Now why did you really leave?" He asked.
"I- I told you why." I tried lying.
"I know you, Tomlinson," he smirks "did you not like the show, love?"
I stayed quiet, Harry knows what he is doing and all I can really do is just stay silent.
"Well yeah sometimes the truth hurts, doesn't it?..." he chuckles humorlessly.
I get up.
"Harry, enough..." I mutter.
"Was the show not as fun as cheating is for you, Hm?"
"Harry..." I am about to leave but he grabs my arm and gets up too.
"Louis." He says back and smirks.
"Yeah it's not as fun." He whispered as he grabs my waist
as my body crashes against his.
His beautiful green eyes stare into my blue ones, his eyes held so much emotion right now even if he is playing it tough I swear I can see the hope and hurt, the emotions, in his eyes but as quick as it was there it disappeared.
He got closer to me his lips ever so close to mine, just barely touching mine and I would be lying if I say that I don't want to feel his rosy lips against mine one more time.
His facial expression turns to a cold one "I hate you, Tomlinson, I hate you so much!..." he exclaims with force as he pushes me away and leaves.
I smile as I feel my eyes tear up and soon I am full-on sobbing.
All I can hear in my head is IhateyoyIhateyouIhateyou over and over again and I grab my hair pulling on them as I look up at the sky "I'm so-orry..." my voice cracks.
IhateyoyIhateyouIhateyouIhateyoyIhateyouIhateyouIhateyo-
And soon I just forget how to breathe, I'm having a panic attack and I currently have no idea how to breathe again.
As I think I'm about to die I hear Zayn's voice call out my name.
"Lou you in here- Louis!" He screams as he sees the mess that I currently am in.
"Louis look at me, look at me, breathe, in and out, Louis, you can do it, inhale..." he inhales as if to show me how to "exhale..." and this goes on until I am finally breathing fine and that's when I collapse onto Zayn's arms and continue on sobbing.
"Zee, he hates me, h-he ha-ates me so m-uch and I-I-" I clutch Zayn's jacket.
"Lou... calm down darling you're ok he doesn't hate you, ok?" Zayn tries to calm me down.
"No, but he t-told me!-" I try to argue.
"Lou, Harry is just hurt that's why, he doesn't hate you." He explains as if he is trying to reassure a little kid.
After a while I finally got my sobbing to stop Zayn stands up "Come on, it's getting cold up here. " He helps me up and whispers "Let's go home."
And so we do.
I could really use some sleep to ignore all of these negative feelings and thoughts.
But at the back of my head, I can still hear Harry's voice as he says that he hates me.
And all I can think about is:
I fucked up what I loved most, and there is no one to blame but me.
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Fanfiction"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourse...
