Broken Past (Sequel)

Chapter Fifteen

Louis POV:

"Did you not hear me?" I raised my voice again. "Get the fuck out."

"W-What? Why what did I do?" He asked, deciding to be the slow one today.

"What would the media say, huh Harry? What difference does it make? YOU kissed me, you made love to me numerous times? Do you not remember that? or does it even mean anything to you? I hope you know that you just crush that little hope I had about you. I was wrong, I DO hate you Harry Styles. GET THE FUCK OUT" Tears were now running down my face and I couldn't bother to even look at his reaction.

I heard him sigh and walk away slamming the door after him. I had hope for him, that maybe he could just apologize and make things better so we could just be friends and forget about the past. Just be bro's and not remember anything. All of that is broken, just a Broken Past that was left to die. Maybe I didn't want it to die, I want it to live and not slowly die because we were the ones who made it die. Die naturally is what I want it to happen. I just want to be on a good page with Harry. He can be with Alex and I could be with Eleanor and no one get's hurt. Harry just messed up, crushing the small speck of hope that was left, now it's all gone. Without realizing it, more tears were escaping and I couldn't stop it. I heard a door open, and close shut.

"Go away." I sniffled, sobbing more. "I want to be alone."

"Uncle Lou?" Lily's small baby voice filled the room. "Are you okay?"

I got up from my spot in bed, cleaning my tears with my shirt. Her big blue eyes looking at me confused and worried. I picked her up and laid her on my lap, trying to stay calm in front of the little girl.

"Yes Uncle Lou is fine, why babe?" I asked.

"Your eyes are red, and you just wiped your tears.. Your not okay." Lily said wiping my tears.

"Your smart you know that love?"

"Yes, mummy tells me that and so does Uncle Hazza." She smiled proudly. I cringed at his name, making me more upset than I was. Lily must of noticed as she lift my head up in concern. "Your upset with Uncle Hazza."

"What? No!" I quickly stated to the smart four year old.

"Come on Uncle Lou, you need sleep." She laid me down, playing with my hair. "Mummy does this to me when i'm upset, i'm sure you'll like it too."

I smiled as she played with the strands of my hair like Julie did to help me calm down. It was actually so cute how she tried cheering me up. How adult like she is when she's so small. I honestly love this little girl, and yes, I was upset when Harry did say that comment about Lily but I was also upset that I actually still like him. Yes Lily, i'm upset with Uncle Hazza.

Niall POV:

"Niall!" Claire shouted from downstairs.

"What?" I shouted back from my spot in bed. Why would she be shouting at 6 in the morning?

The house was still and silent, meaning she wanted me to go downstairs. I knew this from the previous times she would call me. I hopped out of bed, walking over to the top if the stairs to see Holly and Claire with suitcases.

"Where you going?" I asked curiously.

"Change of plans, were leaving today. Mum has something to do next week and Holly's boyfriend has to visit his family next week." Claire informed me, opening the door. "Bye babe."

I waved as both of the girls step out of the house. Never being a morning person, I had an exception. I jogged over to my bed side, grabbing a towel and going to the bathroom for a morning shower. Eight minutes later, i hopped out drying myself and walking into the room. I pulled on some boxer briefs and joggers. I grabbed a loose tank top along with a fitted hat. I ran down the stairs grabbing my supras and slipped them.