Harry's P.O.V
I was lying on the bed, tears streaming down my face. I was shattered, devastated and lonely. My heart was aching, it felt like someone took a knife and stabbed me a million times. I guess I could say Louis did that to me. I thought I knew him, but I was just oblivious. The one I loved turned out to be a complete stranger. We always had a strong bond, we were like two love birds, always around each other.
Why did something so perfect turn out to be so wrong? Was Louis pretending the whole time? I can't do this anymore.
Louis P.O.V
I was walking back to our apartment, feeling like a selfish bastard. I couldn't even look at myself. Harry was the best thing that has even been mine. BEEN, I'm sure Harry will never forgive me. I don't think I'll be able to live without him. I might have to leave the band, if that's what's going to make him happy then fine.
Why did I have to be so stupid? I love Harry so much, he's perfect in every single way. I feel so empty. I should have stopped before it all got out of control, but I didn't think anyone would see what I done. I was so wrong.
I'm scared to go home, but I need to. I need to see Harry and try explain myself to him. If Harry hates me for the rest of my life, I'll understand. I deserve to be treated in the worst ways possible for what I've done.
