SPACES [Editing]

Cold Shoulder

Chapter 2/2 of today's update! Make sure you've read the previous chapter!

Louis Tomlinson

I felt a teardrop on my cheek but I wiped it right away. I shouldn't be feeling this way, I shouldn't be jealous.

That's why I walked away. I didn't want to be jealous.

"Lou! Wait up!" Harry shouted from behind me just as I was about to open the car door. Based on his heavy breaths, I can tell he took the stairs.

"Where's James?" I asked.

"I left him. You don't expect me to let you drive yourself home, do you?" He gently took the keys from my hand.

"Get in," he said, opening the passenger seat.

So I did, I had no choice.

"Why'd you pick me up?" He asked me as soon as we were out from the parking lot.

"I'm your husband." I answered.

"I know that, but... Why? I mean, did you wanna go somewhere?"

"I wanted us to have dinner but I didn't know you had plans." I pursed my lips, trying to hold back my tears.

"I'm sorry. Where do you wanna go?" He looked at me with a worried expression on my face. He must've noticed how much worse I look now. Or he realized how much more attractive James was.

"Home." I answered.

He stayed silent for a while, looking at me every time he can take his eyes off the road.

"You don't like James." He concluded.

I turned away from him, still trying not to cry.

"Look, I understand, but we haven't seen each other in a long time and--"

"Harry. It's fine. I understand." I said. I didn't want him to explain, I didn't want him to say anything else. He's going to defend him and he's going to tell me how close they used to be and how important he is to him and I didn't want to hear any of that.

"No, Louis you don't. With that attitude, you wouldn't." He said. He was driving faster, eyes now fixed on the road.

I took it as an opportunity to let my tears go. When he was about to park the car, he spoke up once again.

"I know what you're thinking." He said.

"Oh yeah? Tell me." I said.

"You don't want me to be friends with him anymore. Because you're jealous."

When I walked out of the car and entered the house, my hands were shaking. I hate how sensitive I was, I hate feeling this way. I shouldn't be feeling this way. This is not right. They're just friends.

"Louis please stop walking out on me." He said, stopping in his tracks as soon as I turned around.

"I'm sorry, okay? I know I shouldn't be jealous but you're right, I am. But don't act like I don't have a reason to feel what I'm feeling right now." He looked at me like he couldn't believe what's happening.

I probably look like a possessive husband. He probably thinks that I'm clingy and that he regrets leaving James just to hear my shit.

I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down in front of him.

"Have you seen the way you look at him, Harry? Or the way he would say your nickname? Or the way you both smile when you're telling stories about your past? Because I have, and it hurts so much when it shouldn't. Do you know how much I hate myself right now for not being half as good as he is? I feel like shit. I feel like it's happening again. I'll never be good enough for anyone." My voice was shaky but I was relieved I let it out.

"Babe, he's just a friend." He reached out for me but I avoided him. I didn't want him to touch me. I don't know why, but I wanted to stay as far away as possible.

"Just a friend? Is that what you guys used to be?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Fine. He's my ex boyfriend. Are you happy now?"

"Delighted. I'm ecstatic, Harry, thank you for telling me that." I answered, faking a smile.

"I didn't think it was important, okay? I didn't know I was supposed to tell you about my exes, I'm sorry." He sounded like he was pissed.

"And you were furious when I didn't wear my ring when I had yoga classes." I replied, remembering how he reacted when he got angry at me when he found me at the cafe with Eleanor.

"That's a different story, Louis!" His voice was reverberating.

"He was your ex boyfriend, Harry. How would you feel if you saw me all giggly with Hannah?"

"I know you wouldn't do that but if you did, then I'd know you're just friends because unlike you, I understand the situation." He answered, probably thinking that his answer was clever.

"At least you knew about Hannah's existence. I didn't know about James until I saw you with him!" I raised my voice.

"Well I'm sorry if I have to tell you everything, even the smallest details of my past." He said and I didn't even want to answer anymore because this argument was going nowhere, but I did.

"I'm your husband." was all I could say. My voice was hushed, I was tired.

"Well it's not like I forced you into this marriage, did I? It's not like I planned the wedding, it just happened." He said and I felt my stomach turn.

And then it dawned on me.

He felt forced to be in this relationship. He doesn't love me, he just feels obligated to stay because he made a vow to me and he didn't want to break it. He regrets everything he did with me.

He doesn't love me.

He still loves James.

OOOOOH THERE IT IS.
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