Summary: "I-I-I...have no life without him," Louis chocked out through his sobbing. "I don't know what to do," he added.
"Well...maybe it's time for a new start, Louis," Harry spoke softly, looking down at the broken man in his arms.
Louis sniffles and lifts his head to look up at Harry questioningly. "R-really?"
Harry nodded his head, an assuring smile on his lips as he squeezed Louis tighter. "Yeah...and I'll be more than happy to guide you through it all."
Or...Louis is broken and Harry is there.
[Author Note: Based off of a movie. Enjoy]
~Liam_Payne_Crave xx
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"That twat has one more time, Liam," Zayn growled as he stomped into the large house.
Liam set down their suitcases in the foyer and chuckled at Zayn. "Z, it's okay."
"No, it's not. He's a complete dick! How can that fucker come here on our couple's retreat with some cheap bitch and not his fiancé?! That's fucking bullshit! He's so lucky I'm not how I use to be or I'd strangle him!" Zayn dugged at his hair and groaned loudly, pacing back and forth in front of Liam.
The taller bloke rolled his eyes and reached out for Zayn, grabbing his arms with both hands and haulting his movements. "Babe, calm down."
Zayn closed his eyes, his face cherry red from the anger that was coursing throughout his body. He took a few deep breathes and squeezed Liam's hands, like they taught him in therapy a few years back. After finally calming down, Zayn opened his eyes. "I'm okay. But he has one more time-"
"Yes, before you smash his face in. Z, it'll be okay. Let's just have a lovely week okay? We'll call Lou after we settle in to make sure he's okay," Liam assured while giving his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead.
"Alright."
Just then, Niall came in the front door carrying his and Julie's bags, said girl following close behind him. "Lads! You made it first."
"You know it," said Liam as he pulled Julie in an embrace, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, love. How was the flight?"
"Dreadful. Irish boy over here wouldn't stop laughing at the inflight movie the whole time," Julie responded, her Irish accent just as heavy as Niall's.
"Will Farrel is a classic, Jules," Niall retorted when he gave Zayn a hug.
"Whatever. Where's Lou and douche bag?" Julie asked, pulling her dirty blonde hair in a tall ponytail. Niall cackled at her insult towards Ricky and took their luggage upstairs to their room.
"Ricky and some mate of Louis' are on their way but apparently he could only get two tickets so he took that flight with this guy and Lou is still on his way. He probably won't be here until tomorrow," Liam explained before he followed Niall with his own luggage.
Julie looked at Zayn in shock and shook her head. "Is that a fucking joke?"
"No," Zayn grumbled, flopping on the large, plush couch and crossing his arms over his chest. "That bastard is almost here with some random bloke while our Lou is still on a plane...by himself. He's so fucking lucky I'm a good person or I would END him."
"I'm not too happy about this either, Z. But just keep your cool. We don't need a repeat of 2015."
Zayn rolled his eyes and glared at Julie from where she sat next to him. "You had to bring that up?"
