but i like you. || L.S

8. i think we could do it if we try

Louis's pov.

zayn let me in and left to 'give us some privacy' in other words 'im gonna go hang out with niall so i don't have to deal with the drama that's gonna go down'

i wander around for a bit honestly im nervous as fuck but this place is so fucking spacious you could fit 20 frat boys here and they'd live comfortably anyways im faced with two rooms. both closed doors they look the same i knock on one and hear nothing so i walk in and it's definitely zayns clothes everywhere ash tray near the bed posters of bands you get the jist

i sigh and walk out. that only means one thing behind that door i am faced with him. i take a deep breath before i close my eyes knocking three times on the door.

"come in" i hear him say oh god no i can't do this run louis for fuck sake don't reach for the door handle please don't fuck. i open the door and there he is. on his bed he's listening to music the big headphone pushing his hair away from his face he's wearing a dark green hoodie shorts sitting cross legged on his bed. and he's wearing his glasses. those same glasses he wore when he was still harry. my beautiful harry

"what can i do for ya zayn?" he says as he lifts his head up to look at me while removing one side of the ear phones from his ear.

"im not zayn" i say and he looks back down at his book almost as if he's avoiding eye contact.

"yeah well zayns room is the other one." he says coldly.

"im aware. im here to talk to you." he doesn't look up from his book "nothing to talk about."

"yes there is." i insist "what happened? i mean i get a cold once and suddenly you move away?!" he snaps his head up

"it's not that simple. it's not. i moved away cus your stupid fucking cunt of a boyfriend beat me half to death." he says standing up now. he stands taller than me. much taller.

"you wanna talk? let's fucking talk. you told me he wouldn't do anything but oh honey he did. do you know how i felt fighting for my fucking life on the floor while he beat me?! you lied to me. you fucking lied and it almost costed me my life. dont expect me to fucking allow you to waltz back in just like that. you." he points his finger to my chest. "you are a fucking liar. i trusted you. those bullshit words. 'you've got fight in you he won't do anything he doesn't have it in him to hit you' bull fucking shit. what did you do about it? nothing nada zero. because you never cared about me and don't act like you did. you only cared about your popularity. your popular boyfriend your popular friends i was just charity so people know that louis tomlinson is nice!! well he's not he's a fucking lying dickhead!" he yells in my face taking deep breaths.

wow. that was a lot. "why are you even here louis? to act all nice again? to ruin me again?" my angel. what have i done to my angel.

"harry i did care about you. i do care about you. you were never a charity case if you were i wouldn't have told you to come over harry i liked you i liked talking to you and kevin's actions are not my fault yes i told you to stand up to him but that was because i was sick of seeing you get stepped all over by that fucking cunt. if i ever fucking see him again i will ruin him for what he did to you." i step closer to him holding his face surprisingly he doesn't push me away or yell at me he just looks away. "harry." i pull his face to look at me "you were the only person i was myself around. i liked being around you. i wasn't a lot of times because of kevin i know. but you were my best friend. you don't know how much i actually loved you and your cute fucking glasses. i know who you are here is just someone who's afraid of getting hurt and i'm not gonna tell you to stop. you deserve to be afraid. but harry matters too. my boy matters. you shouldn't hide yourself or keep him locked in these four walls. i have missed you. i've thought about you every day since it happened and i blamed myself. i stopped eating for a week i was worried fucking sick i made mum call anne every fucking day until you made a full recovery. i care. so fucking much."

he reaches a hand to wipe my cheek i didn't even realize i was crying i take my hands away from his face and wipe my nose with my sleeve gross i knkw but it doesn't matter right now.

"i missed you too. you made me feel accepted. you made me feel normal." he looks at me he has his own tears now but he quickly wipes them away

"can we be friends again? please? i miss you." i look up at him with pleading eyes and he smiles slightly nods and i run into his arms as he takes me in for a hug. "im sorry i blamed you it wasn't your fault." he kisses my head and there it is that safe feeling.

"shhh we don't talk about it anymore okay it's all in the past right now it's just me and you." i say softly not breaking the hug cus fuck that.

"please keep your glasses theyre the cutest thing i've ever seen." i look up at him and he shakes his head "no shot"

"i'll get you one day styles." i giggle and he giggles back. my boy is back. not entirely. but he will be.

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all my love,h