"Lovely"

Part Forty Nine (Louis) & Part Forty Nine and a Half (Leigh)

Part Forty Nine (Louis)

If anything, my first two months with Liam were complete and utter bullshit.

I hated that, because this was supposed to benefit me, and spite Harry. Yes, it was spiting Harry, but it was spiting me more.

I mean sure, I wasn't with Harry anymore, but that didn't mean that I wanted him to suffer. Well, I guess I kind of did, but at the end of the day, Harry was a person, and he deserved to be left alone if he so wished. Yes, I was looking to spite Harry, but that did not mean that I needed him to be reminded of everything always. At first I had been okay with it, but at this point it was starting to hinder my getting over Harry and moving on for good.

I was sick of Liam's temper.

I was sick of always feeling like I was doing something wrong.

I was sick of being belittled after getting the casts off, for fear of "fragility".

I was sick of feeling intimidated by the person I'm supposed to be most comfortable with.

With all of this in mind, I made the decision to end things with Liam.

This was stupid, I mean, there were ways to get back at Harry without putting myself through so much stress.

Harry should've been left alone. Liam didn't need to be pushing "us" into Harry's face. Honestly, I was beginning to feel like Harry had been punished enough, and that it was time to let what's done be done.

However, Liam did not see things that way.

"You're not leaving me Louis." He states blankly, "I won't have it."

"Liam," I do my best to reason with him, "I kjust have this feeling inside that we're just really not meant to be, you know?"

He didn't know.

Nor did he care.

"You know what I think?" he snaps, "I think that's bullshit, Louis. You're just looking for a fight. I really thought better of you, you know."

Before I could defend myself, he continues, become visibly angrier as he spoke.

"Thanks though, for lowering my respect for you."

He makes a point of shoving me with his side before leaving the room.

Though it takes a moment for me to process what's happened, I call Leigh before I let myself think about anything else.

She answers instantly.

"Hey," she mumbles, sleepy. I hadn't realized that it was almost midnight, "you alright?"

"I..." I start off, "I... I don't know."

With more attention than usual I watch Harry's bedroom window the entire time I'm explaining what happened with Liam to Leigh. Throughout my rant, I notice Harry as he comes into his bedroom, donning his blue pajama pants, as per usual. He looks so exhausted, and I want to open the window and call to him, but I don't. We haven't spoken in over a month, wouldn't that be strange?

I suppose I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him though. Sure, I don't want to be with Harry anymore, at least I didn't think I wanted to. After what had been happening with Liam, Harry was definitely preferable.

See, things haven't been going all that great as far as Liam goes. At first, everything was really, really great, and he was everything that I could ask for and more. But, he gets really angry really easily, and he was always shoving me around, and gripping my arms tighter than he needed to.