Louis

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Logan's POV

I couldn't help but break into a fit of helpless sobs, the tears finding their way out of my eyes.

The harsh remembrances that were etched into my brain replayed continuously in my head.

"Tell me.." Harry whispered, his hands finding a way to meet mine.

"We've already been through this." I muttered, looking at the cold hard ground.

I could already tell he was looking at me with those bright green orbs. They just had this overwhelming yet relieving feeling to them.

I couldn't find the strength to speak to him anymore, everything had demolished under his touch.

He pulled me over to a nearby bench, sitting me down.

"Just.. Start from the beginning."

I avoided his gaze, looking at my lap as I played with the ends of my hair.

"Y-you.. You.. Left me.." I began, my voice weak. "You.. L-let them c-call me names.. And hit me.. Taunt me.. Tease me..."

I looked up at him, his green eyes broken, body fragile.

"You... You broke me." I whispered, shaking my head.

"I'm sor-" I cut him off, all of the emotions just flooding out.

"Then you let them rape me.. Harass me.. I WAS THEIR LITTLE TOY."

I had finally had enough.

I stood up, walking towards my car without another word.

For once, I had left him speechless.

All the guilt resonating from deep within had made it to the top of my skin, boiling to a certain extent in which I could no longer hold it.

I drove past him, watching his every move as I rounded the corner.

He brought his fingers to his eyes, wiping away the stray tears that were scattered along his cheeks. He looked up, locking his gaze with mine, mouthing the simple words "I'm sorry."

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I walked into my flat, my face still mildly damp from the tears shed in the car.

Every time I have had a conversation with Harry, one of us would always end up in tears.

"Lou!" I called, walking up the stairs and into our room.

"Hmm?" He hummed from the bed, his laptop propped against a pillow as he typed away on the keyboard.

I thought back to the kiss Harry and I had shared back at the studio, the regret dangling from a heart string.

"L-Louis... Love? I have to tell you something.." I whispered.

He finally looked up, embracing my disheveled appearance, a look of worry etched into his features.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, standing and hugging me tightly.

I obtained a small amount of distance, placing my hand on his chest and pulling away.

"Harry... He kissed me."

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