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He is being distant

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He is being distant...

Harry: You couldn't believe it, something like this never occurred in your mind. It never crossed your mind that it could ever happen to you, it was never even a possibility but it happened. Harry had come in late again, not out clubbing, he wasn't at the studio he just wasn't home. When he walked in he just scoffed at you, you waited up for him and it was going on three AM.

He just scoffed and snarled at you before going back into your room. You quietly followed behind him and went to your side of the bed. He looked at you with disgust and just grabbed his pillow and went out to the couch. You sigh before sitting on the bed. He has been like this for two weeks. He hasn't spoken to you, he has barely looked at you, and he hasn't even said he loves you. You got under the blankets feeling the defeat again before silently falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up and went to the kitchen where he was sitting he just glared at you as you got your orange juice.

"What is your problem" You finally ask him. He just rolls his eyes and continues to look at the newspaper in his hand. You just shake your head. "That's it," you say before slamming the cup down on the counter making the juice fly everywhere. "I'm leaving" you go into your room and grab clothes to put on. When your done getting dressed you head for the door, but he doesn't stop you from leaving, you walk out the door and wait a minute or two, he still doesn't come outside so you get in the car and take off.

"I just don't know what to do" he admits to himself. "I love her but I cant bring myself to find out why im so angry" he shouts at himself. "I don't know what to do I need time to figure this out."

Liam: He sits on the other side of the couch as far away from you as possible, you aren't sure exactly why he is acting the way he is but he is. He hasn't spoken to you in three days, not even a hello or a goodbye, no goodnights, no I love yous. Nothing. You crawl over a little on the couch so you can sit on your legs and he scoots as close to the arm as he can so he is at least a foot away.

"Liam" you say but he doesn't answer he just turns the tv up. You roll your eyes and scoot closer to him on the couch. With every inch he gets closer and closer to the arm of the couch again. Then you get right beside him before he pops up to sit on the arm of the chair and he loses his balance and falls on the floor.

"Now look what you did" he yells you try to hold back laughter he groans and storms off away from you,

"I guess im the only one that found that funny" you giggle but then feel sadness. "I suppose im the only one that actually wants to talk to me too" you speak to yourself as you sit there lonely on the couch just trying to figure out what you did.

Louis: "I am so sick of you not speaking to me" you shout at him, its been almost three weeks with no words. He wont stay in the same room with you for more than five minutes, he wont sleep in the same room with you, he wont get in the shower with you like he used to. He wont try to cook for you, he wont eat dinner with you youre tired of not knowing what you did.

"Well im sick of you" he spits "Not anything you did, not your cooking just you. I am so sick of seeing you here everyday. I thought that moving in with me would be great and it was at first but now im just so sick of it." He says again

"So what you don't want me to live here"

"No I don't I want you gone"

"Do you even love me"

"You know how people fall in love, ive fallen out of love with you, I don't ever want to see you again understand?" He shouts.

"If that's what you want then fine, we're over." You storm away from him and start packing all your things. For the first time in almost a month he feels better. He just cant bring himself to love you any longer, he thought that he could love you forever but it wasn't the case. You get as much of your clothes as you can along with some other things you can carry without help.