Infinity (Larry Stylinson One-Shots)

Our Last Goodbye

Summary: Harry and Louis get into an argument, forcing Louis to leave. When an unexpected event happens, will Harry be able to save their relationship, or is it really their last goodbye? (Listen to infinity :)

Louis' POV
"I can't do this anymore, Louis! Just go." Harry yelled, defeat evident in his voice. I tried to bite my tongue, afraid the tears may spill over. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to run across the room and have him hold me in his warm embrace, reassuring me that everything was going to be alright.

I didn't move; neither of us did. I felt as though the feet between us were miles, the distance growing with each angry word spoken. The tension in the room felt thick enough to cut with a knife, no signs of easing up. Maybe I should leave. What good was I doing here? I could see how hurt he was; his green eyes were never that hard to read, despite his protest otherwise. Harry was like an open book, one that I eagerly read everyday just to get a glimpse at what his beautiful mind was thinking. I'd kill to know what thoughts plagued him now.

"If that's what you want." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I turned around and grabbed my car keys before he could say another word. I could feel his eyes blazing on the back of my neck, but I knew if I turned around I'd never be able to leave him standing there.

I slammed the door and ran down the steps of the apartment, quickly getting in my car and pulling out of the lot. I didn't know where I was going to go, but I knew that it didn't matter. Harry and I were hanging by a very fine piece of thread, and my heart ached at the thought of it breaking. He meant more to me than I could ever even express, though I often had a funny way of showing it.

I hit my hand against the steering wheel, frustrated by what our relationship was coming too. Lately we had spent more time fighting and disagreeing with one another than not. Each hurtful word cutting deeper and deeper with every passing night. I wasn't sure how we got here, and I didn't know if we would ever be able to turn back. With every step forward, it felt as though we'd only end up two steps back. Harry deserved better than that; someone who could make him happy and feel loved. I could see that once burning fire within him slowly fade like dying embers.

I couldn't believe we had come to this; five years of acceptance and passion all boiling down to nothing.

It wasn't nothing, though. I wouldn't trade any of those moments spent with Harry for anything. He wasn't like everyone else; he was too good for this world, too kind and compassionate. Out of the seven billion people on this planet, I was the one who got to experience all of that. The person who was on the receiving end of his unconditional love and acceptance. I was the one who got to see him relaxing on the couch while reading a book, lost in another world. The one who he pulled close at night, listening to the sounds of his innocent childlike chatter in his sleep. The person who he trusted to share all his deepest thoughts and fears with. I was the one that fell madly in love with the boy who owned every ounce of my soul. This wasn't our last goodbye. I refused to believe that. There was so much between us that I was a fool to ever think I could walk away. Harry was my beginning and end, and I'd be damned if I messed that up completely.

I slammed on my breaks and quickly turned the car around, earning a few pissed off horns from the cars passing by me. I didn't acknowledge them though, the only thing that mattered was that I get home to Harry and try to fix this tangled mess of our relationship.

I sped down the road, weaving between the cars in front of me. My phone went off, signaling that I had a text message. I glanced at the road once before reaching down to grab the device from the seat beside me. My heart jumped at the familiar name on the screen.