Gangland 3 [L.T.]

Aftershock

Aftershock
[af-ter-shok]

1. Earthquake after an earthquake

3. The result of something

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Song for the chapter:

Love the way you lie- Rihanna
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*2 WEEKS LATER*

(Sorry for skipping around)

Louis and I are sitting on the couch, the boys went out to get groceries since they're still living in the apartment with us. I've moved back into the apartment, but I go back to Bradford during the day. I only sleep here, because I get lonely and when I'm lonely I think too much.

"Did you love him Harley?" Louis asks

"Who?" I ask, confused by his random question

"Leo."

"I don't love people. I cared for Leo, but more like a best friend than a boyfriend." I answer in honesty

"You say you don't love but I think you do love, you just don't want to." Louis reads me like a book, blue eyes looking deep into my own

I laugh, "And I think you've been watching too much Dr.Phil mr.Mindreader." I joke in a feeble attempt to change the subject

"Don't change the subject Harley," Damnit why does this boy have to know me so well, "Just admit it, you love me just as much as I love you."

"I don't love you, I care for you, there's a difference." I remark, standing up and walking into the kitchen to escape Louis' words

I stand at the counter, pouring myself a coffee though I don't even like it. I just need a distraction from Louis' taunting words.

My skin turns to goose bumps as I feel hot breath against my neck, "You love me Harley Jackson, it scares the absolute hell out of you, but you love me." Louis whispers

I shake my head, "No."

Louis pulls back from my neck, leaning against the sink behind him

"Why can't you just fucking admit it!" He screams, throwing a fist onto the granite counter top

"Why can't you stop trying to force me to stay it!" I yell back with just much frustration and anger he uses

"Because Harley, do you not understand how fucking difficult it is for me to admit I love you and how fucking enraging it is that you refuse to say it back to me!"

"I'm sorry Louis! I'm sorry you're taking down the wall that hid all of your emotions, but jus because you got the courage to take it down doesn't mean I'm ready to take down mine." I say in a leveled tone, trying my hardest to stay calm

"You don't have to take down any fucking walls! Just say it Harley, three simple little words. Say it." He more demands than suggests

"I can't Louis. I wish you respected that." I sigh

"The fuck you can't! You can speak can you not? Say it! You don't have to fucking mean it, just say it!" He screams

"I won't say it if I don't mean it." I answer quietly

Louis' angry expression holds hurt, I can't help but feel horrible. But he was the one who brought all of this up and then just decided it was best to push it too far.

"Harry." He says simply

"What about him?" I ask

"We never talked about it, after Bell made you play the game. You fucked him on a plane, after I had come to you and practically begged you to be mine. You deliberately screwed my best friend."

"It wasn't like that Louis, we both just-"

He interrupts me, "Oh what? Both just coincidently ended up in the plane bathroom naked together?" He spits

"I'm not trying to make excuses for it, I'm just saying we both hadn't seen each other in a while and it just kind of happened. It didn't mean anything."

"You hadn't seen each other in a while so you decided to have a little reunion sex? You know who I haven't seen in a while? Lydia. How about I just call her up and do the same you did with Harry. Then I'll just tell you it was because we hadn't seen each other for a while and it didn't mean anything to me, you'd except that answer right? No, you wouldn't Harley because it's total bullshit." Louis yells

I'm both hurt and angered that he even brought up Lydia. She was the main cause of most of our fights, but I suppose Harry was too.

"Don't talk about her." I snap

"Lydia? Why not? You talk about Harry all of the fucking time. I feel like I'm constantly being compared to him. No matter what we're doing it's always 'Harry did this' or 'Harry did that' blah blah blah. You think I don't know what the fuck Harry does? He's my best fucking mate!"

"I do not talk about Harry! I actually tried to avoid his name at all costs because I know how much you hate me even thinking of him!" I defend myself

Louis rolls his eyes, he opens his mouth to speak but he closes it when the door bell rings.

I walk to the door, opening it.