Forbidden Love .//camren/larry

Sorry

Chapter 39.
Louis point of view.
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"I-I'm sorry." I look down at the ground, not wanting to meet Laurens eyes. I feel so embarrassed and mad at myself for crying in front of everyone.

Laurens gives me a small smile, shaking her head.

"It's okay Louis." She says.

I walk away from her, walking towards the one guy who is the reason for the emotional pain im feeling inside.

Harry seems a bit shocked when I walk up to him.

"We um.. we need to talk." I say softly, trying to ignore the looks Lauren and Camila were giving me.

Harry doesn't seem to like the idea, but nods down at me. I walk out of the living room, Harry following behind me.

I lock the door, making sure nobody could interrupt this conversation I was about to have with Harry. I look up at Harry.

His chin and eye is badly bruised. His nose is pink, and looks like he might start bleeding from his nose any second.

But even if he was bruised and beaten up badly, I couldnt help but stare up at him and admire how amazing he looked.

"Are..are you okay?" I ask softly. He's leaning against the wall, while I'm standing besides the grand black piano.

Harry nods. "Physically...I'm fine. Emotionally...I'm bruised." He says.

I smile slightly, trying to ignore the way he is staring down at me.

"Everyone has always told me how sweet you are. How you would never hurt anyone on purpose, that you had a big heart full of love. That you werent capable of hurting anyone." I say. Harry stands by, listening quietly.

I look down at my hands, "But I think tonight proved how much you really are capable of." I look up at Harry, ignoring the ashamed look on his face.

"Everyone has their dark side. Even the people with the kindest hearts have a pinch of darkness inside them." I whisper.

Harry clears his throat. "You're making it sound like I'm the bad guy here."

I shake my head, "I'm not sure who's the bad guy here to be honest."

Harry sighs heavily, sliding his body against the wall. Sitting down on the ground.

"I'm sorry Louis." He says, his voice so soft i barely understood what he said.

"For what? Making out with a girl in front of me? Or beating up my best friend? O-or watching me cry and not bothering to help me?" I ask him, trying not to sound so mad at him. Even if my blood is boiling with anger.

"I'm sorry for kissing Camila in front of you. And rubbing it in your face." Harry apologizes.

I hesitate at first, but decide to sit down besides Harry. Making sure to keep a small space between us. It feels weird sitting next to him, and being here alone with him. Since it's been such a long time since I last did this with him.

"What else Harry?" I push. I don't want to pressure him or anything, but I want a real apology for everything bad he did tonight.

Harry runs his hands through his fringe, pushing it to the side like he always does.

"I'm also sorry for fighting with Stan." Harry flinched at his name. Stan and Harry actually don't hate each other. They are kinda like friends, but not so close. I don't know what got into him.

"What else Harry?"

Harry finally looks up at me, I feel like my entire body melted at the way he looked at me. So much love in his eyes.