*Louis' POV*
"I've had enough of your crap Harry!", I shouted at my boyfriend, Harry,"Everyday I see a picture of you with another girl! It's really starting to piss me off!"
He looked at the ground in shame. "Listen Lou--", he started to talk but I cut him off. "I'm leaving!", I yelled at him as I grabbed my wallet, keys, and phone. I stopped halfway out of the doorway and looked at the ground,"I'm tired of us fighting. I'm just... done.", I continued my way out to my car, crying.
I walked to my car and called Liam right away. Liam has been my best friend from Kindergarden and I always go to him for advice. "Hey Louis!" he said excitedly as he answer the call. I didn't say anything, I was too busy crying my eyes out. "Lou, are you okay". I wasn't, nearly close to being okay. "No Liam, I'm not.", I wiped away my tears and drove off from Harry's house. "What's wrong?!" Liam asked curiously. "Me and Harry are fighting," I'm crying so much, I can barely talk.
"Oh my gosh Lou, I'm so sorry to hear that."
"Its fine, I just need some place to stay for a couple days until I get my stuff."
"You can stay at my flat with me, that is if you want to."
"Of course! You're my best friend, we haven't hung out that much since I moved in with Harry."
"Okay."
"I'm gonna drive back to Croydon to get some clothes from my parents house, so I'll be there in an hour or so."
*Driving to Croydon*
I'm still thinkig about Harry. We've been dating for 2 years. My eyes start to tear up, making it hard to see. I wipe my tears away and turn on the radio. There's on the radio besides radio hosts talking about Kim Kardashian's pregancy, which is getting pretty annoying lately, so just turned it off and continued driving. I don't know what I'm gonna tell my parents about mine and Harry's breakup, they're probably going to give me a big lecture about dating pop stars, or they're going to actually care which probably won't happen because they're really strict, that's part of the reason why I moved in with Harry.
*Arrived in Croydon*
It's weird being here again. As I drove down gravel road to my parents house, all the memories came and hit me. All of them. When I first moved here from Doncaster, I had only had a few friends, but not my best friend.
As I got out of my car and walked up to the door, I could smell fresh baked cookies, I was really home. "Hello?" I yelled out as I walked in. My mum rush out of the kitchen and gave me a hug. "Louis, what are you doing here, aI thought you have work on Wednesdays?" What she didn't know, is that I got fired, because of Harry, now she's going to be really pissed when I tell her everything. "Um..", I didn't know what to say, "I have today off." I felt bad for lying, but I needed to before she freaked.
"So why are you here anyways? Do you need money or something?"
This is it. I have to tell my mum. I didn't say anything, I just stared at the floor. "Well.." I began to talk, but I didn't want to finish. "This is really hard to say.."
"What is it sweetie, you can tell me anything! I'm all ears!"
Here goes nothing... "Me and Harry had a fight.."
"Oh my godness sweetie are you hurt?!"
"And by fight, I mean we aren't getting along. I'm fine."
"Do you need anyhing? Like somewhere to stay?"
"Im going to stay with Liam until I get my stuff from Harry's. I just came to get some clothes."
"Oh that's fine sweetie, I'm just happy you're staying with someone that I trust."
I walked down the hallway to my old room, but first I looked into my dad's office. "Mum, where's dad?"
"On business."
I wasn't shocked, he always is. This is why me and my dad are falling apart more and more everytime I come back home. He's always gone.
As I walked in to my room, more memories came back. My walls were covered in pictures of me and friends. All the fun that we had. All the memories, but my favorite memory was, when I first met Harry.
