HARRY
Louis and I were happy . We were together since the x factor days . With that, all the Larry shippers were right . Until the day Louis came back from a holiday with that look on his face. You know the SERIOUS look. And from this moment on I knew I lost him.
He told me about how he doesn't know who he is anymore and how he had time to think about everything. Especially about US. And how he met Eleanor. And how he's not sure anymore if he wants me because he really likes her . Because this is the important thing all the Larries got wrong. This whole Eleanor and Louis thing was never a cover up for anything. And how the whole thing between us was just a phase. Yes. He said thing. Our relationship was nothing more than a thing, a mistake to him.
I couldn't even speak . Couldn't say a thing. But what were I supposed to say either way . I watched him packing his bags with tear streamed cheeks . And with the words "I'm sorry Hazza" he was gone. I almost had to vomit at the sound of my nickname .
And now our next tour starts and I don't know how to survive and how to forget the love of my life . And this is exactly where my story starts. The beginning of the tour and the beginning of my torture.
