Heart Break || l.s

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Two

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Speechless. That's what you could describe me as at this very moment. Harry went from confused to gaping in the seconds, wiping at his eyes roughly as if to make sure I was really here and this wasn't just a dream. Either that he was was just really tired.

"I-how- what?" He gaped at me.

What? What the hell does he mean what? And when the hell did he move? My head tilted back to see how big the house was and indeed, it was much bigger than the one he had gotten with me a few years back. My eyes snapped back to his face when he cleared his throat.

The air around us was silent again except for the annoying wind that seemed to be pushing against my skin purposely. Goosebumps appeared on the skin of my arms and I shuddered a bit before wrapping my arms around myself.

Why wasn't I leaving? My feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and my body soon turned hot under Harry's stare. His eyes were wide and blank, making my mind wander to what he was thinking about at the moment. A gust of air left my lips as his hand wrapped around my forearm, my eyes becoming wider than before.

His green eyes seemed to blaze into mine as he tugged me in. "What the hell are you doing here? And where the hell is your shirt? How did you even get in here?"

Questions were being thrown left and right for him and I held a hand up for him to stop. His mouth clamped shut and soon he was looking at me with anger. The door was slammed shut behind me from Harry, his breathing shallow.

My arms were gripped again but this time I was pushed up against the door, a little gasp heard from me. "You f-cking left Louis!" He suddenly shouted, making me cower back a bit, his touch burning me.

Honestly, it's not like I blamed him for being angry. I left him and didn't contact him for three years but I had a bunch of reasons and he knew that. He knew what he did wrong and he continued to do it but still expected me to stay and put up with that bull.

"I had reasons." My voice was meant to come out as strong and powerful but it was the opposite. It was completely weak.

One of his hands let go of me and slammed against the door next to my head. He suddenly sniffled making me snap my eyes up to his to see he was crying. His lower lip was trembling and tears were pooling around his eyes. As he blinked, a few drops ran down his cheeks.

He dropped his head to avoid eye contact. "You knew how much I loved you." He sniffled again and tightened his one hand on me. "I still f-ucking love you. Do you know how much you screwed me up when you left? I waited a whole year thinking you would come back."

Growing angry, I pushed at his chest, making him stumble back, looking up at me in surprise. I never did that, but people change. "How much I screwed you up? Do you know what the hell you did to me? You're the reason I started f-cking smoking and you're the reason why I need therapy. Don't you dare go and tell me how much I screwed you up when it was hard for me. You did worse. You cheated on me all the time, Harry. You lied to me all the time. You're the reason why I have people watching over my shoulder, twenty four f-cking seven, making sure I don't shoot up or snort something."

He seemed surprised by my screaming and I was surprised as well. My face was red and my jaw was clenched, breathing uneven. He gaped at me and let himself become guilty for a moment before he let his face become blank of any emotion, yet again.

"Why did you even come here? How did you find out where I lived?"

A humorous laugh left my lips and no, it wasn't funny but I was laughing at how he just ignored everything I had just said to him. Not like he gave a sh-t anyway, he just wants me to feel hurt again like always.

I spoke, "You act like I wanted to come here. I didn't mean it. My car broke down and you're the only idiot who decided to keep the gate open. I didn't even know you lived here, don't flatter yourself, Harold."

"Harold?"

Groaning in my head, I almost smacked him for realizing what I called him. It's what used to come out of my mouth when we fought. He hates it so I always used it against him, knowing it would tick him off. Instead of responding, my eyes threw daggers at him instead.

It was like this for a few minutes, us just staring at each other before he let out a defeated sigh and walking toward another room. Becoming confused, I followed him, my eyes looking around as I did.

"Follow me." Harry spoke through the quietness and walking up the one side of the double staircase.

Sighing softly, my feet followed, and it's now that I realized... I wasn't wearing any shoes. How didn't I realize that before? They were all dirty, probably from walking on the ground outside. By the time we made it up the steps, I wanted to heave out and let my legs collapse and the thing was, it wasn't fair that Harry didn't even look the slightest bit effected.

I glared at his back as he walked to one room, slamming it open. My breath hitched at the sight of the room. It looked exactly the same as the one me and him used to sleep in. Going inside, I furrowed my eyebrows and then caught sight of a picture hung up. I knew exactly what one it was to.

It was from when I was sixteen and he was nineteen. Our first winter together and we were both playing in the snow. I was caught laughing in the photo, my head tilted back while Harry wore a huge dimpled grin as he stared at me. His mother took the photo right at that moment and ever since, we had it framed.

"Here." Snapping out of my daze, I looked over to Harry who held out a familiar black shirt, the killers on it. "These should still fit you. Doesn't look like you grew much." His voice was distant.

Brushing my thumb over the fabric, a frown took over my face. "You kept my clothes?" My voice was quiet and I was too afraid to look up at him to see his reaction. When he didn't respond, a sigh left my lips and I slid the shirt over my slim torso.

"I don't know anything about cars so I can't help with that," he spoke up making me snap my head up to him. "Stay here the night and I'll call someone to fix your car."

"No, I can just-"

"Louis, please stop being stubborn for now. Stay. I won't do anything, I promise." Harry pleaded and begged.

Thinking over it for a moment, I bit into my lower lip and let out a loud groan.

"Fine."

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Whines because I suck so much. I was so excited for this book and now I feel like I suck.