Heart Break || l.s

- Three -

Three

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Why did I agree to stay here? It was a bad idea. I already know what Harry's like and I know damn well he'll try something, doesn't matter if its sexual or not. He always tries something. Currently, I was laying in the guest bed, my eyes staring at the dark ceiling. Maybe I was staring for a little too long because shadows started to appear on it.

Stop thinking.

With a sigh, I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes, a frown on my lips. It was, what looked like, four in the morning, I should have been asleep already. Thats the problem right now. How could I sleep when theres so many thoughts running through my head? It doesn't help that Harry's room is right next to mine either. Just one door away...

Suddenly the door had slammed open making a little gasp rumble up my throat and out of my mouth. "Harry? What the hell, why would you just come in here?" My voice was just barely coming out in a shout, eyebrows furrowed up.

Then I see it.

A bottle of jack daniels held in one hand, the other was an old shirt of mine. The one he gave me a few years back as a birthday gift. It was dark so I couldn't tell if his eyes were blood shot but when he stumbled in, it confirmed my accusations of him being drunk.

"Louis," He breathed out, taking one last sip from the bottle before placing it on the side. All I could really do was stare at him, pure shock written all over my face as he stumbled over to the bed. What the hell was he even doing? "Louis, Louis, Louis." He ended up falling face forward into the bed, right by my leg.

"Harry." My voice was stern, like a parent who was scolding their child. "Sit up." When he didn't listen (all he was doing was giggling like a bloody idiot), a little sigh left my lips and I reach over to stroke my hand through his hair. This always used to work when I wanted to get my way. "For me?"

This time he actually listened his head moving up so his emerald green eyes were looking me dead in the face. It's been so long since I've actually looked him in the eyes. Why did he have to do this? He's drunk. He wouldn't even remember this in the morning, would he?

A grin was on his lips now as he moved close, cupping my jaw in his large hand. "Beautiful.. stay with me." He murmured, lips just barely on mine before i pushed him back slightly, turning my head with a small scowl.

How dare he just do that when he knows what the hell happened before? You couldn't just do that. You can't just come in here and act like everything is okay. It's not right. Staying here was a mistake honestly and I just wanted to leave now. Of course he would try something, like I had said earlier. It always happened when I was near him.

Just thinking back onto the past made me sad. Harry had always had a bad temper with me but at the end up the day he would apologize and try to take care of me. Thats all he was good for though; apologizing. Like all those times he cheated, he'd say sorry. All those times he would flirt with someone in front of me, he would say sorry. There was a tiny pang in my chest from there thoughts and I had to shift away from the other a tad.

'You can't fall into his trap again. You were doing good without him.'

The thought popped into my head and I did have to agree to myself. For three years, I managed to stay out of the spot light and it seemed as if the media forgot I existed, which i was happy for. For a year straight, they would harass me and ask why I wasn't with him. Fucking paps. Can't get a real job, can they?

"Lou?" 

The sound of the voice made me cringe. The voice that made me happy once, the voice I looked forward to, the voice I used to love now makes me wanna cringe. I want to go home. I want to drink the memories of this away. So much hate and anger was bubbling in my chest at the sight of Harry, I wanted him to leave.

"Shut up, Harry." My voice was rough and snappy, filled with hatred and the other could sense it. He had cringed back and tightened his hand on the bed sheets, breathing quickened. Even in the dark, I could see his emerald green eyes fill with tears. He deserved this. I didn't feel an ounce of remorse as he cried, tears falling down his face. "Please just leave-"

My words were cut off when he pushed the bottle of alcohol down, sitting up and cupping my face. His breath fanned over my face, making me cringe. "I- Louis. I'm sorry. I haven't been with anyone for three years." He slurred out and it made me laugh. Literally laugh right in his face to see how broken he was. He did this to himself and he was feeling sorry for himself. That wasn't my fault.

"Oh? But you could fucking be with people when we were together, why now?" And that was my cue to start crying from hurt and anger. All of these emotions that were buried down, they were now flying up to the surface and I hated it. Three years of keeping it together for this.

It didn't make sense how someone could cheat on you and sleep with other people while you were together but when they break up, they don't touch anyone. Isn't that messed up? It confused me.

"Please, I know I messed up- I just- I-" 

"Get out, please. Go away." I whispered out, pushing his hands away when he tried to wipe my tears. "Just get out." Finally, at my shout Harry got off the bed and stumbled to the door, leaving his drink behind. Once opening it, he looked back and sniffled.

"I still love you, Lou." Was said before he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

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I thought y'all deserved an update even if it was a small one. Thank you for waiting and staying patient... somewhat haha.

I'm slowly getting back into that writing mood. I just cant be forced to do it or the updates will be shitty:(