One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~9

[A.N.] This chapter is picking up right where it left off in the last chapter, just so ya know :) btw thanks so much for all the reads and stuff <3 ________________________

Chapter 9.
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Harry looked down Louis, processing in his mind what had just happened. His hands still rested on Louis's chest, feeling the rise and fall with each breath he took. He felt wrong.

That shouldn't have happened, it wasn't right... But then why did it feel like the last missing piece to the puzzle was finally fitted in its place?

He observed the confused expression on Louis's face, and how his arched eyebrows were slightly pulled together above his nose and how his thin lips remained agape in some emotion... Shock? Disbelief? Disgust? If this was wrong, why did he feel the tickle in the bottom of his stomach whenever he looked at Louis? Why did he feel the need to connect with him somehow-in any way? Why did he want to be with Louis more than anything in the world-more than his own life?

As the silence carried on, Harry knew that he was right. Nothing good would come out of this relationship, as badly as he wanted it.

Tears burned at the back of his eyes and his lip began to quiver as he broke his gaze away from Louis's, a quiet sob jolting his body as he cried. There wasn't any way that Louis would want him, and he knew it. The only thing Harry had ever done for him was treat him like shit.

He flinched as soft fingers reached up to his cheeks and wiped the tears away.

"Harry..."

Louis's voice was going to be the death of him. It was the most painful thing to want someone when you know you couldn't have them, and watch them sit right in front of you, but just out of reach.

Louis's hand slid down to find Harry's, his fingers gently closing around the younger boy's. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Louis. It was as if he was taunting him; teasing him with something he wasn't allowed to have.

The one thing that Harry had wanted was Louis. He wanted to experience everything with him, to have him all to himself, to be with him for the present, and claim him as his own for the future. He wanted to be the only reason behind his perfect, contagious smile and his tinkling laugh that made his eyes crinkle up by the corners in that adorable way. He wanted Louis's love, and he wanted to rub it in everyone's faces how much he loved him back. He wanted to hug louis, kiss louis, touch Louis, hold Louis. But over any other thing, Harry wanted Louis to he happy. And he knew that he wasn't going to get that with him.

He watched in agony as Louis leaned up and pressed his lips to the bottom of Harry's chin, his tears that had collected there glistening on his thin lips. His jade coloured eyes peered up into Harry's green ones. Harry's stared down at the older boy. He was beautiful, with his shining caramel hair, his dark lips, and his tanned skin that made his eyes even more stunning. The part that would hurt the most would be looking at Louis and still wanting him.

Before he could change his mind, he said the poisonous words that burned on the tip of his tongue.

"I can't... I can't do this. I'm sorry."

Louis's hand released Harry's, his facial expression changed into the most wounded look Harry had ever seen. He couldn't watch this.

His heart shattered as he stood on his feet, rushing out of the room, leaving the one person that he would give his life for sitting on the floor, confused and broken hearted.
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[Louis's POV]


He didn't know what happened. All he knew was that he had kissed Harry, and then Harry left. Just rushed out of the room, ending the moment as quickly as it had began, not bothering to leave an explanation. The only thing he left behind was Louis's heart, stomped-on and shrivelled up, left for him to desperately try to sew it back together on his own.

Harry was supposed to belong to him now. Louis was supposed to hold him and kiss him and touch him and share a happy ending with him. It was supposed to end with an "I love you", like it did in all the stories. Harry was supposed to smile at Louis and kiss him on the lips, telling him how much he had thought about that exact same thing happening over and over again and that he would never leave him-not ever. Wasn't that how it was supposed to go? That was the way that Louis had thought, and even dreamed it would happen.

But that was all it was, right? Just a dream, a pathetic fantasy that was bound to crumble to ashes right before their eyes. It had ended barely after it had started, and that small moment was all that Louis had to hold on to. That small moment was all the proof he had to verify that he did, in fact love Harry. He didn't want to remember Harry as the one who fixed his heart, just to tear it to shreds seconds later. Louis felt like an old toy that had been played with and then tossed carelessly into a dark box.

He sunk against the wall, his body shaking with sobs as he tried to build a mental dam in his mind to keep the image of Harry out of his head, but he knew that as hard as he could try, it wasn't going to work.