Louis POV:
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to grab a bowl of fruitloops, only to find Harry sitting at the table. He looked up when I walked in and tried his best to smile. But I could see he wasn't happy. He looked pale. And tired. Like he hadn't slept in months. But the worst thing, by far, was the way his eyes were just dead. They had lost the glimmer of life I had fallen so inlove with over these past few years. It really saddened me. I shot him what I hoped wasn't a fake smile and grabbed my bowl of fruitloops. To say things had been awkward with me and Harry the past few months was an understatement. He had been acting so weird. He was constantly skipping meals and going out by himself at night. So I told him I thought we needed a break. I guess I thought it would be best for us. But I guess we had different ideas of what a break meant. I felt trapped. Split in half. Half of me wanted to run over and wrap the green eyed boy in my arms. But the other half of me knew that part of Harry was gone forever. Even if we put the past behind us, we would never go back to how we were.
