Logan's POV
He backed away a bit, a questionable look on his face.
"Harry..?" He asked, brows narrowed with inquiry. His soft Doncaster tone shook me out of state, making me paddle towards him.
"Lou.. Wait." I called following after him quickly. He got out of the lake, wrapping the blanket around his waist an walking towards the small area he had set up.
"Lou!" I called, my body still submerged in the water.
He turned around, eyes red and teary.
"You were thinking about him the whole time." Louis yelled angrily. The silence of the meadow increased the tone of his voice.
"No! Lou, I wasn't." I sobbed, covering my bare chest as I ran up to him and grabbed a towel.
"Why'd you say his name?" He questioned me, his eyes blazing with a fiery fury.
"I-..I never meant to." I said defensively.
"Does he love you as much as I do? Does he treat you the way I do? Does he care for you half as much as I care for you?" He yelled, his tall frame towering over me.
I winced at the sound of his voice, clutching the towel tighter around my body.
"Don't yell.." I whimpered, trying my best to calm him down.
"How in the bloody hell am I not supposed to yell? My fiancée, is falling for another man! What shocks me the most is your past with him! You're falling for the one who beat you, the one who harassed you." He continue to say, his warm breath grazing against the skin on my face.
"Lou.. Please... Listen.." I whispered in between sniffles.
He rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and walking away.
I've never seen him this mad before...
He kicked the picnic basket across the grass, a shattering noise to be followed.
"Happy. Fucking. Anniversary." He spat, grabbing his clothes and striding away.
I just stood there.
My bottom lip quivering, eyes pouring out the tears.
I slowly made my way to my clothes, slipping on my bra and underwear before breaking into a fit of sobs. I collapsed onto the side of my body, curling up in to a fetal position.
"I'm sorry.." I bawled, I knew he couldn't hear me. No one could.
I continued to lie there, my eyes puffy and swollen, fingertips blue.
I reached around the area, searching for my jean pocket.
I found my phone bringing it to my ear as soon as I found my desired contact.
"Logan..?" He asked, you could tell he had just woken up.
"Can you pick me up..? Please..?"
"Where are you..?" He mumbled, you could hear him shuffling around in the background.
"I'll meet you at the front of the park.." I said, barely audible.
"Okay. I'll be there in a few." He sighed.
"Thank you Harry.."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfic"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
