Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

9

Louis's POV

I make my way into Harry's. I'm still not going to call it my place or our place. This is still only temporary. I am moving back soon. I just won't tell him that. I think he misses living together. I mean, I do too, but I had Eleanor. I have our place to live in, not Harry's. I close the door behind me and sigh. It sucks being forced to live somewhere. Harry is in the kitchen making some kind of food for Rebecca and himself.

"Hi Louis." She beams and I nod.

"Hi. Harry, what are you doing?" I ask and he turns.

"Making pasta for all of us. I figured you'd be home soon." He says and I shrug.

"I'm not really hungry." I say and he sighs.

"Alright." He responds.

"I'm going to bed." I announce.

"It's like five, Louis." He says and I stop walking toward the door.

"I'm tired." I say.

"I'm leaving Saturday morning." He says.

"Okay? I'll see you for the rest of the week. Can I go now?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Whatever. I don't care." He says and I start walking.

"I was looking forward to knowing my new neighbor a bit more." Rebecca says and I stop again.

"I'm not your new neighbor. I'm just staying here a bit." I say.

"You could be a bit nicer to everyone. You don't have to be angry at the world forever." Harry says. I don't respond. I go to the bedroom and slam the door. I wasn't in the mood for anyone. I went on twitter and shortly found my way to Eleanor's account. It's been a good night with Stan :) I sigh to myself and put my phone down. I open up my contacts and stare at her name. I know the number by heart. I click on it and bring the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Hi. It's Louis." I say.

"I know. I do have your number." She says and I nod.

"Well, do you think we could meet up and talk?" I ask.

"Louis, I know we were together for a long time, but I've moved on. I don't have anything to talk about." She says.

"I thought we were just getting some space for a bit." I say.

"It was a year." She points out.

"He makes me happy." She says after I don't respond.

"I didn't?" I ask.

"It was just too much." She says and I shake my head.

"But I love you." I say.

"And I did love you, but I met someone I love even more." She says and my heart aches.

"Alright, then I hope he makes you happier than I could." I whisper.

"Don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault." She says.

"I actually have to go." I say.

"Louis-"

"I can't take this anymore. I get that I wasn't good enough. Now, stop trying to make me feel better." I say.

"You just need to find someone who honestly will love you, alright?" She says.

"Stop talking." I say and wipe my face with my hands. She's not helping me at all.

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

"I'm sorry I wasn't enough." I say and hang up the phone. I throw it on the end table beside me. My hands find their way to my hair and tug. I feel my body shaking. I want to let out my cry, but Harry will just come in here. I feel an ache everywhere. I get up and turn the lights off. I'll just go to bed. I guess I thought I would be fine and she would take me back. Man, was I wrong about that. She loves that guy. Why can't I be him? My bedroom door opens.

"Out Harry." I groan.

"It's Phoebe." The voice whispers.

"Just go. Don't tell Harry. I don't even know why you're in here." I snap.

"I'm sorry." She says. Great. She heard me crying like the baby I am.

"Just go." I say and the door slowly shuts. After she leaves, however, I wish she had stayed. I could used someone to talk to.

*

There's a knock on the bedroom door and I sit up slowly. Right, Harry is leaving today. A headache pounds my head as I stand up. Why is Harry waking me up? The door is much closer than I realize when one of my feet hits it. My toe stubs and I feel like yelling profanities at the top of my lungs. That won't help my headache. Instead, I curse under my breath and pull the door open.

"I'm leaving now." He says and I nod.

"Okay bye." I respond.

"Why are you so-"

"I just woke up." I say and he nods.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later." He says.

"Bye Harry." I say and trudge back to my bed. Goodnight to me.