Logan's POV (Before Harry's arrival)
A knock on the door had startled me. My heart fluttering out of my chest as I tried to regain thought. I turned my head to the side, my neck aching as I struggled to see the visitor. The familiar scent of his cologne made my heart palpitate, I wasn't ready for this encounter, I never wanted to face him again. Blue eyes meeting mine, a sullen smile took shape on his pink lips.
"Hey Lo, how are you feeling..?" Louis asked placing the bouquet of pink roses on the table.
"Fine." I whispered trying my best to avoid his mesmerizing gaze.
"I hear about how you lost the baby...I'm-"
"Stop."
Tears began to form at the corner of my eyes, I wanted so much for all this pain and heartache to be over. Louis proceeded to sit next to me, his hand slowly finding a way to rest upon mine.
"Why are you even here? I told them I didn't want any guests." I croaked.
He let out a long sigh, watching me intently, "I'm here for you Lo... You don't know all the longing I've been through just to see your beautiful face." He mumbled sheepishly.
"Stop it with the corny gestures Lou. I'm really not in the best mood." I said.
I knew I was lying to myself. I had honestly missed them both... Harry the most though. I kept quiet, wondering why I haven't accepted his calls or visits.
"Please forgive me Logan." Louis's voice broke my thoughts, eyes watering as he looked at me sympathetically. "Please.."
I fought back the tears that wanted to pour out, "I... I can-" his lips cut me off. Pressing onto mine with a force too powerful to break from. His lips didn't feel the same like they did before, they were rough and forceful. I pressed my palm to his chest, trying to push him away.
I heard the door click open, something light thudding on to the cold tile. I used all the strength I had to push Louis off me, fighting the pain and sitting up.
There was a white bouquet lying on the ground.
Harry.
Harry's POV
Ring. Ring. I stood abruptly, running over to the phone sitting on the niche of my living area.
"Hullo?" I whispered breathlessly into the speaker.
"Haz. I can explain." Her soft voice whined.
"No... You can't." I slammed the phone back onto the receiver, cutting her off. I felt my heart crack as I slid down the wall. I brought my knees to my chest, fighting my conscience and telling myself to not pick up the phone. It hurt me so much just to hear her cracking voice.
The phone rang again and again, countless voicemails of apology playing themselves repeatedly.
"Listen Haz. I know you don't want to speak to me, nor look at me. But please believe that I do care for you, I really do. I don't blame you for the accident, anything. I won't ever hold anything against you. Just please forgive me." She was sobbing now, making me regret what I said even more. Letting out a deep breath, I stood up, holding the phone in my hand.
One part of me told me to forgive and forget, the other, just to hold it all in.
Exhaling, I placed the phone back on the receiver, glaring at the device menacingly. Pressing and holding a button, the electronic voice said two simple words...
"Message deleted."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"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...
