One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~11

If I made quick Larry one-shots, could you guys pick which storyline you like best so I can know which one to use for another fanfic??? xoxo

~Bell

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Louis stood from his position in the corner of the room. He stretched his aching back and slumped over to the door, turning the knob and walking into the hallway, wiping his eyes in attempts to cover up the fact that he had been crying. His whole body ached, inside and out. He was just straight out tired. Tired of people, tired of thinking, tired of putting up with life and all of its bullshit. Life fucking sucked.

Louis made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he went to bed, reaching for the doorknob when it suddenly turned from the other side, the door swinging open. Louis looked up, his heart sinking in his chest as his gaze fell on a tall, broad-shouldered boy with haphazard curls, bright emerald eyes and perfectly sculpted, deliciously red lips.

Louis wanted to scream, he wanted to hit someone-preferably Harry-he wanted to cry. But Louis still felt the urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin and his lips on his body. Harry looked fucking irresistible, and Louis wanted him to do something, to say he was sorry and make him believe it. He wanted Harry to convince him that he really did love Louis and that he wanted him, too.

Harry stared down at Louis, his lips falling open with shock and his eyes assessing the older boy. He looked especially petite in his large, crumpled joggers and sweatshirt. Dark shadows framed the underneaths of his bloodshot eyes, their usual dazzling blue a dull grey.

Harry wanted to take back what he said. He wanted Louis so badly. The way that he looked so broken made Harry battle the urge to hold his fragile body in his arms until every little piece of him was fixed. He regretted everything he had done. Louis looked so delicate, so breakable, like he could shatter at any moment. The thought that Harry had caused him all of that pain made him want to shout until his throat caught on fire.

"Jesus Christ, Harry." Louis said quietly, shaking his head tiredly.

Harry wondered what he meant by that, but he only watched as Louis slid past him and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of the bathroom, listening to the sound running water that was supposed to muffle quiet sobs that came from inside. Harry's heart broke. He hurt for Louis, he hurt so bad. He wanted him back, he wanted to break the door between them into shreds and hold Louis forever, and kiss him on the lips and tell him he didn't mean any of what he said. But Louis didn't want Harry any more. He had broken his heart just when he let his walls down, and he hated him for it. If Harry went after Louis, he'd only be setting himself up for failure and heartbreak, and he knew it.

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Louis stood in front of the stove, still in his clothes from two days ago and scooting a few eggs around in a frying pan. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he didn't really care. He would probably end up puking the food right back up, so it didn't matter anyway. He nudged the unappetising looking eggs onto a plate and grabbing a fork, slumping into a chair at the table. Louis poked at his food, spearing it on his fork and swallowing it without really caring about the ugly taste. After his plate was only one-fourth of the way empty, Louis heard footsteps descending the stairs. He didn't expect Harry to walk into the room, but he did.

The thing that bothered Louis was that as much as hated Harry, he just always looked so fucking amazing, and it was extremely frustrating to try to hate someone who makes your heart stop just by looking at them, that's how gorgeous they are. Louis glanced up at Harry, trying to bottle his emotions as Harry's piercing emerald eyes sliced through him. He watched as Harry walked over to the table, right in front of Louis, and plucked an apple out of the fruit bowl. It was a mystery how he still looked so good with his hair a mess, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and his lips red from licking them too many times, one of Harry's anxious habits. Louis silently wondered if Harry was still on his medication. If he had an anxiety attack, the last thing Louis would want was to have to help him through that him after what he did. He prayed to god that wouldn't happen.

Harry's eyes flicked up to meet Louis's, taking Louis's breath right out of his chest. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then shut it quickly after, seeming to take his time to think about his words.

"Louis, I-what I did wasn't... I just-"

"Just say it and go away, Harry," Louis snapped, walking to the sink and rinsing his dishes.

Harry exhaled loudly, raking his fingers through his curls in distress as Louis turned around to face him, standing impatiently with his arms crossed, his dull blue eyes glaring up at Harry. He licked his lips nervously, twisting one of his rings around his middle finger.

"Um... I guess I just-I'm so sorry, Louis. I really fucked up and I feel like complete shit about it. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not you."

"If you're asking for a second chance, my answer is no."

"Louis..." Harry pleaded.

"Do you even get it, Harry? This isn't one of the fairytales where I just magically forgive you. You know, you have a lot of fucking nerve talking to me after what you did," Louis was yelling now, his throat stinging after all those hours of crying.

"I helped you Harry, I've been helping you for all these years. I loved you, and you repay me with that? You should be sorry, you fucking prick. Just stay away from me!"

Then, Louis's hands shot out, planting on Harry's chest and shoving him with all of the anger he had inside him. Harry barely stumbled backwards, and Louis cursed his height disadvantage. He stared at Harry, and never in his life had he seen someone look as wounded. And he knew it wasn't Louis's actions that had hurt him, it was his words. Guilt hit Louis so hard that he almost reached out for the younger boy so he could hold him in his arms and kiss him and forgive him and say he was sorry. He wanted to take him back, but he knew he wouldn't.

Harry just stared up at Louis, letting his words stab into his heart like poisonous daggers. It hurt. He knew that Louis hated him, but it was so much more painful to hear him express it right to his face. He just wanted to run away and cry until he couldn't anymore. Even after the words flew from Louis's perfect lips, Harry could tell that Louis was sorry. The regretting look in his piercing blue eyes made it evident, but it didn't really matter any longer.

The words had been spoken, his heart had been broken.