Louis' p.o.v.
Stood in the crowd of bodies I cared nothing about was Harry... kissing some girl. I couldn't see her face but I know I'd never seen her before.
I tried moving, even tried to tear my eyes away from the horrible scene sprawled in front of me, but I couldn't. Like I was frozen in time, watching the boy that literally just told me how much he loved me kiss some girl that dressed like a playboy bunny.
I could feel tears rim my eyes, threatening to spill.
"Louis?" I heard from behind me. I turn around, forcing the tears back, to find Zayn standing with confusion evident on his face. Probably wondering where Harry was.
"Zayn." I force a small smile, the flashbacks of him at Harry's party still fresh in my mind.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, taking a sip of the beer in his hand.
I turn to look back at Harry. Him and the girl aren't kissing anymore and Harry seems to be angry. I feel anger bubbling in my chest.
Harry looks up, eyes locking with mine and the anger that took over his facial expression turned into a look of regret, but my anger definitely didn't subside. Instead it grew.
I turned back to Zayn, knowing Harry was still looking, and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him in and kissing him hard, trying to imagine his lips as Harry's.
He immediately Kissed back, but the kiss was nothing like Harry's. Harry's lips are soft and gentle while Zayn's are rough and wet.
I erased all thoughts of Harry from my mind and focused on the feeling of Zayn's lips on mine. I should probably feel a little bad for using him like this, but the anger I feel towards Harry overtakes the guilt.
My thoughts are disrupted when I no longer feel Zayn's lips. I snap my eyes open and I'm met with Harry's anger filled eyes.
Harry's p.o.v.
I walk back into the crowded room full of alcohol induced teenageby , on my way to tell Dillian Louis and I are about to leave.
I spot him and make my way to him, noticing someone standing beside him. I could tell it was a girl but she was facing away from me, making it hard to tell who it was. She looked odly familiar but I shook it off.
"Harry." Dillian smiled once he saw me walking towards him.
"Hey, Louis and I...." I'm cut off when the girl that is standing next to Dillian turns to face me. My breath catches in my throat, preventing any oxygen to get to my lungs. Kat stared at me wide eyed and shocked.
I already know I'm wearing the same expression. All of my attempts at avoiding her down the drain. It's not like I don't like her or anything, it's just I can't stand seeing her knowing what I did to her. How much pain I put her through.
"Harry?" She asks in pure shock. I can't find the words, I can hardly even think straight.
"Kat?" I manage to choke out, my voice hardly recognizable.
"How are you?" She asks, a tiny smile shaping her face. A smile that seemed to hide a lot of pain. Pain that I caused her years ago.
"I'm great I was just about to..." I'm cut off for the second time tonight by her. Only this time it wasn't just her presence cutting me off, it was her lips.
My mind scrambled for some sort of reaction, but it was jumbled with so many emotions. Emotions I have never felt and don't know how to deal with.
I want to push her away and find Louis so I can kiss him and tell him how much I love him but my body stays put.
My body finally catches up with my brain and I carefully push her away, afraid that if I push too hard I might brake her.
She opens her previously closed eyes, looking up at me.
"I'm sorry, I can't." I tell her apologetically, feeling an incredible amount of guilt.
I look away from her in remorse when my eyes catch a familiar face. My eyes land on the person I should be with right now. Louis.
My heart automatically sinks to my feet and I feel a wave of pain shoot through me. He looked at me, pain anger and shock written on his face, and I could tell he was on the verge of tears.
Then he's turning around as if someone was trying to get his attention.
What happens next takes me by shock and I feel my body almost give out on me. Louis turns back to look at me one more time before smashing his lips with the person that was still unknown to me. I felt as if someone had punched me right in the gut, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.
Then, if things couldn't get any worse, I recognize exactly who Louis' lips are attached to. Zayn. He's fucking kissing Zayn.
Anger boils inside of me and before I know what I'm doing I'm making my way toward the boy I loved and one of my so called friends kissing in the middle of the room.
I ripped Zayn off of Louis, almost feeling bad for the boy. Almost.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I scream at Zayn, this close from punching him.
Zayn looked scared, almost as scared as he looked that night at my dorm party, and I almost laugh in his face.
"What the hell man? He kissed me." Zayn yelled back. I desperately want to smash his face into the brick wall but that would be too easy. "Obviously you weren't doing a good enough job." He adds, making me loose it.
"Shut the fuck up." I yell inches away from his face.
"What styles? Afraid it's true?" Zayn smiles as if he had some kind of upper hand.
I grit my teeth, trying to refrain my fists from connecting to his face. The last thing I need is to be kicked out of college for hitting some bloke that isn't even worth it.
"I said shut the fuck up." I push him up against the wall and lifting him up off the floor by his shirt. I can tell he's afraid by the look in his eyes.
"Stay the fuck away from Louis or I'll do much more than I did last time." I growl in his face.
He doesn't reply, fearful that I may do exactly as I threaten.
"Do you understand me?" I ask after a while of staring at him.
He shakes his head vigorously and I let him fall from my grip, landing on the floor.
I turn around to be met with a crowd full of people staring at me in disbelief, but the one person I want to see isn't there.
I feel worry surge through my veins knowing Louis doesn't have a ride. He could be lost or scared. All because of me.
I'm such a fucking idiot. An idiot that screws everything up.
I need to find Louis and explain what happened. That what he had seen wasn't what he thought he had seen. That I loved him and only him.
I could only think of one place he could be.... the treehouse.
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FanfictionWhen Louis Tomlinson, a sweet innocent boy who has his entire life planned out, meets Harry Styles, a tatted boy with a broken childhood, at college two completely different hearts collide.