Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Forty Four

I wake up with tears in my eyes, remembering the horrible events of last night. Harry is still asleep peacefully next to me. We ended up coming to a hotel last night, and I guess it'll be our home until we find something else. I decide to get out of bed and have a shower to distract myself from my thoughts. Today will be a good day. Things are going to be good from here on. I grab my phone and walk to the bathroom. Last night, Louis text me, and I've been avoiding reading the text, but I am dying to know what he said. 

*Alexa, I'm sorry for what I did. I love you, I do. I was just angry. Please come and see me.*

I sigh. Why am I not angry? I just feel bad to Harry. I can deal with what Louis did to me, I can move past that, but I can't move past how this must make Harry feel. I don't know what to believe about Louis. Does he love me? Surely he doesn't love me that much if he was happy to come into my home and abuse me. I delete the text and turn the shower on. I hear a knock on the door, "Babe?" Harry calls out. I shut the shower off and open the door, to be welcomed by his sleepy face. "Good morning." I smile, and kiss him on the cheek. "Good morning, Harry." I try my best to put on a smile. "I'm going to go the real estate, okay? I'll be back later on." 

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I'm sitting in starbuck fiddling with my phone, my hands and the cup of coffee I ordered, trying to ease how nervous I am. I finally caved in after countless missed calls from Louis, and agreed to meet him here to talk. Only now am I regretting this. Before I can change my mind and leave, he walks in and spots me straight away. Instead of being greeted by his usual smile, a frown covers his face. He doesn't look angry, he just looks.. regretful. "Can we walk? I'm not really in the mood to sit and talk." He says. I nod, grab my coffee, and we leave the shop. We begin walking down the street. 

"Do you hate me?" Louis says, catching me by surprise. "No. I don't. I just wish you didn't do what you did. I can't understand why you did that." He shakes his head, "I fucked up, I know. I was drunk Alexa. I was drunk and I was angry.. because I love you and I realised that things with you and Harry were finally working out. I realised that I might never have a shot with you. I was just.. jealous, I guess." he stops walking and looks me in the eyes, "Will you ever forgive me?" Louis says, with pleading eyes. 

"Alexa?" Harry? I look around, trying to find the voice I just heard. Harry's voice. I turn around, and see Harry walking towards Louis and I. Fuck. "Harry.. hey." I was almost expecting a happy smile, but the anger in his eyes tells me otherwise. "What the hell is this? Why the fuck are you two together?" Harry says, looking between Louis and I. "It's not what you think, Harry." He raises his eyebrows, "Oh it's not? Good because it looks a hell of a lot like you're fucking lying about what really happened last night." I close my eyes, wishing I could remove myself from this situation.

"Don't yell at her, Harry. I asked her to meet up with me, I needed to apologise." Louis says, attempting to stick up for me. Harry smirks, "As if you fucking expect me to believe that. You were at the airport, you came to the same fucking country as us, you show up at our place last night and now I find you two here? I'm struggling to believe that there's nothing going on here." He looks at me for an answer. "Harry, I understand what this looks like to you, but I need you to believe me. Please." He shakes his head, "No. I've seen enough. I can't believe I actually thought things would finally work out for us." He pushes past Louis and I and keeps walking down the street towards a taxi. "Really Harry? You're just going to walk away?" He turns back, "Yeah, I'm so over being fucked around by you. I love you and this is how you treat me." 

"You know what? Fuck you. You don't fucking love me. If you loved me, you would believe me." He shakes his head, and gives me no answer, but instead gets into the taxi. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I watch him drive past me. He doesn't even look up at me. My heart drops at the realisation that I might have just lost him. For good.