Love You Goodbye [Harry Styles]

Chapter 2

GENO TOMLINSON

Ouch.

My cheek is still swollen from Louis slap from last night. and I still can't get the look of expression Louis always has when he's angry. The way his rounded eyebrows raise every time he yells, his hands going everywhere, and how his lips moved with every single insulting word he spits out. His eyes... those bright, blue, small eyes gets ripped out of the softness and joy it once had. Bloodshot red from his anger.

It absolutely terrifies me from every angle.

"Geno!" A voice yelled.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts and I see a hand inches away from my face, waving. I look at my surroundings.

Still at Nikki's cozy living room.

"Sorry," I say, taking a sip out of my hot cocoa.

"For what?" Nikki asks. Nikki had been my best friend since grade one. More like sisters, actually. How we met was pretty embarrassing, but the story shall be told another time.

"You were telling me about last night?" Nikki says again.

I sigh and look into her warm brown eyes.

"I accidentally spilled my cocktail on Niall, and Louis drove us home. He taught me a lesson by slapping me once and that was it," I explained, shivering. And it's not from the cold.

Nikki's eyes went wide. She stood up from the couch across from me and crossed her arms above her chest. Did her boobs get bigger?

"Geno... Reah... Cadwell... Tomlinson" she says slowly. Damn. I hate it when people use my full name.

"This has been going on for years! This is just straight up abuse!"

She was right. I let him hurt me, too afraid that if I confront him, he'll leave me.

"I deserved it," I simply shrug, unsure myself.

"Shut up! No you dont! Geno, you need to see a couple counselor," she calmly said.

I snorted, "no way!"

Louis will hate this idea.

"Honey, I love you and all, but if you cant even stand up for yourself, much less express your feelings, and handle it together, thats when a professional comes in," Nikki explained, raising one eyebrow and bobbing her head slightly.

The way she always does when things are about to go her way.

I sigh and run my fingers through my blonde locks.

"And I know just who to call."

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LOUIS TOMLINSON

Geno's friend Nikki called me earlier today convincing me to see a couple counselor. Surprisingly, I agreed to her idea.

I hate having to hurt my wife but it just feels like it's the only way she'll learn.

She's awfully quiet today. She doesn't grab my hand while I'm driving like she always does, much less even look at me. Her attention is all out in the window.

I take a quick glance at her, before returning to concentrate on the road.

She's wearing plain skinny pale blue jeans, with a white, tight shirt that shows a little of her flat stomach and perfectly curved back and breasts I always loved. She tops it off with a maroon infinity scarf and a grey jacket.

"Geno, I'm sorry about last night," I say, breaking the silence.

"Its okay," she answered, not shifting from her position.