Got to be you

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You hurt yourself on the outside to hurt the demons on the inside.

Louis POV

It didn't last long, Harry being all over me like I was the only one who mattered. It didn't last very long when Taylor came back into the scene. Tour started tomorrow and we were all heading to the airport to fly to Birmingham. I looked at my ticket noting what seat I would be sitting in, secretly hoping that Harry was next to me but I knew he'd be with Taylor. 

"You ok Lou?" Niall asked concerned as he joined me at the boot of the car, grabbing his luggage.

"Peachy" I reply stalking off dragging my luggage behind me.

"Oh don't be silly baby of course we can go out when we land we can have a bit of me and you time" I hear Taylor say to Harry as he pulls her closer to his body keeping her protected from the paparazzi. That should be me.
"I need a distraction" Harry says, I see the pain in his eyes as we make eye contact. I could be his distraction
Harry's POV
I sigh heavily as I sit next to Taylor on our private jet. This is going to be a long flight. I would much rather be sat next to Louis having pointless conversations about anything and everything.
"You ok sweetie" Taylor asks resting her hand on my knee. I smile at her my smile being warm.

"Yes I'm fine just tired" I utter taking out my travel pillow, ready to go into a deep sleep and forget about reality for a while.

"Go to sleep for a bit baby, I'll wake you up in a bit" Taylor whispers as she pulls out a dozen magazines.
I nod closing my eyes turning off my brain.

"You don't need her" Louis states disgust lacing his voice as he takes my hands into his much larger ones.

"No! Louis you are wrong. I do need her, I need her more than I need you" I spit not really understanding why Louis can't let me be happy. I have slowly gotten over the fact that he is dating Eleanor. Hurt flashes in his blue eyes as he backs away from me his lips trembling.

"You don't mean that! After everything we have done and I can't believe you'd rather have her, than me" Louis exclaims tears rolling fast down his cheeks. I laugh bitterly.

"Why would I want to be with someone that I can only love behind closed doors, where is the point in that?" I question raising my eyebrows, tilting my head to the side like a dog. Louis sighs in defeat.

"Well then I guess if you don't love me, then there's no need for me to be here" Louis shrugs his breath shaky. I look confused until I see the shiny thing in his shaky hands.

"Louis?" I say shakily inching towards him " what are you doing?" I ask cautiously, scared he might do something stupid.

"What I should of done a long time ago" Louis answer almost as if it's obvious.

"Put the gun down Louis, now" I demand stepping closer again ear building up in my stomach.

"Why? Why should I, you don't love me; no one loves me. What is the point in me being here?" Louis cries raising the gun to his head and placing his finger on the trigger.

"I love you ok, I love you please, I'll leave her for you. Just put the gun down" I plead. Louis shakes his head.

"Now you are just telling me what I want to here" Louis says as he pulls the trigger.

"NOO!!!" I scream rushing to his side.

"Harry, Harry! Wake up!!" I hear someone frantically scream my name whilst shaking me. My eye Spring open to see Taylor looking at me concern written on her face.

"Are you OK?" She asks smoothing my hair back out away from my sweaty forehead.

"Er, yeah I think. I'll be back in a minute" I state and head back to the bathroom. I see Louis on the way through, he's fast asleep his mouth open a jar, his face completely relaxed.
I reach the bathroom locking the door, splash my face with water before staring at myself in the mirror.

My dream has got to meant something, surely. I gaze at myself a little longer before coming to the conclusion. Louis loves me, with all his heart. The gun in my dream must symbolise the Louis hates the fact I'm with Taylor and it must be tearing him apart. It's in those few minutes I realise Louis is the one for me and not Taylor. I know it, I've known it all along.

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