Anything Can Happen

Chapter Fifteen

Hi friends !! I'm glad that I got this chapter written somewhat quickly. I felt so so so bad after the last update, and how it took me nearly three weeks.

Anywho. . .

I hope you enjoy this update !! I'm really excited for the chapters to come, and I guess this update sort of prepares you for future updates !!

(: -Lauren

(Btw: just a little reminder to you that the picture on the side is noT PHOTOSHOPPED AND LARRY IS REAL AF)

Harry POV

"Lou, I wish I could make sense of everything. I wish that my reasonings behind all the shit that's ever happened to us could make sense to you. But the truth is, it won't."

I take a deep breath in, and continue without taking the risk of looking at Louis' facial expression, "I'm gonna start off by saying that I love you. Louis Tomlinson, I love you, so much that it hurts. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and never once has it ever hurt this much. And you know why?" I finally break my gaze on the floor, and look down at Louis, who wears a confused look, his eyebrows pulling together and wrinkle lines forming on his forehead. I take a moment to recollect my thoughts before finishing, "Because I know that I've ruined every chance I ever had at being yours."

I said it. I put my whole heart out there, and wait patiently for his response. I stare at Louis, my heart rate most likely blowing through the roof, knees shaking from anxiety, and then finally, after nothing, my nostrils start flare from frustration because he's not speaking. At all. He just, stares, and not even at me, but past me. Yes, his pupils are looking in my direction, and to anyone else it would look as though he's giving me his full attention, but I know better than to believe that he's truly focused. His attention is somewhere else, and it feels like I could be talking to a brick wall.

I knew it was too much to ask for. He probably only agreed to talk just so that he could humiliate me some more. He just wanted to see me serve my heart to him on a silver platter, only for him to crush and smash it into millions of pieces. "You know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even bothered," I say, harshly standing up from where I sat on the couch. I storm off into my bedroom, leaving behind a confused Louis. I quickly grab a few things before returning returning.

By the time I re-enter the room, Louis is now standing up, and is wearing a look of sheer fright, "Wha-" he begins, but I cut him off, too pissed off and annoyed to even hear him speak.

"Here! You have made painfully obvious and clear that you don't want anything to do with me. There's too much distance between us, and I can blame nobody but myself for that, but some sympathy from you would also be nice!" I scream, and to my surprise, Louis keeps a straight face, not being phased by my booming voice.

I shake my head in aggravation, and place all of the items that I had grabbed from my room down on the couch, and reach down to grab one, "This," I start, lifting a picture frame with a photo of Louis and I after he had first graduated High School, and hold it in front of both of our faces, "I don't want it. Don't need it anymore. I can't stand being reminded of you everyday if I'm constantly looking at these memories of us." I shove the frame into his chest, and Louis lets me. He doesn't question, or force anything. He just stays quiet, and watches as I grab any other pictures of us that I had taken from my room, and hand them over to him. "And here are all of your clothes that you've left over here," I throw them into his arms, and he barely manages to hold onto everything I've tossed in his direction, "I don't want them." I shout, and I know that this is my breaking point. Everything that's happened so far has lead up to this point. I'm finally cracking, and am allowing Louis to see it happen, "If I was feeling lonely ever, I used to put on one of your shirts, or would hold one tightly to my chest, as a reminder of being comforted by you. I don't have the pleasure of being able to do that anymore. I lost that honor the moment I started backing away from us." I whisper that last part to myself, but there's no question that Louis heard what I said due to how close we are standing.