*Louis' POV*
We start to drive in downtown London, the city is decorated with Christmas lights. I've always found car rides relaxing, lets me get out all my thoughts and anxiety.
"Do you think we can drive past Harry's place and see if he's home or not," I asked, "I'm hoping he's out for the night, I want to grab some clothes for a few days."
"Of course we can."
As we got to Harry's street, I noticed a girl was in his living room. "Hey, slow down," I pointed toward his house.
The front door opened, as she was about to walk out the door she turned back and hugged him, then walked toward her car. "That's the girl!" I shouted, "that's the fucking bitch I found pictures of him with the other day!"
"No way, this can't be happening"
He looked at our car for a while, then went inside and shut his curtains. "What the fuck was that?"
"Louis, it'll be okay. We'll go home and watch some movies"
"I don't want to watch any fucking movies, I just want to go to bed."
"I'm sorry, I just won't even talk to you," he turned on the radio to avoid the talking and make the car ride less awkward.
"Listen, I'm sorry," I said as a reached to turn down the music, "I just thought he really loved me and would never do such a thing like this."
We changed the topic to a news report about Justin Bieber doing a Europe tour as we heard it on the radio. I dosed off for a bit and started thinking about how I could possibly move on. I mean, if Harry could do it this quickly, I could too.
