What's it like to have a broken heart? Some people say sadness, others say regret, I think it's a mixture. When the person you thought loved you actually didn't.
Well...they did now it seems like just a memory. I sigh as I hear a car pull up in my driveway. I know it's Harry, he is he to get his things, at least that's what I'm going to presume. I don't want to talk to him, talking only leads to crying, and crying leads to headaches. I see him walk over now. Wearing one of my old tee shirts, and faded pair of blue jeans, and my grey adidas sneakers. I don't know why, and it doesn't cross my mind to ask.
"Hey Lou." He says with a grin. His grin is so perfect and sweet. I could literally melt.
"Hi...Harry." I'm not in the mood for talking, I know that seeing him, will only make me cry.
"What are you doing today?"
I sigh unevenly, knowing that I don't have any plans, and really didn't want any to begin with.
"I just... wanna stay home."
He nods slowly and turns away. I know he wants to make up for what happened, but I'm not quite ready. We both through out harsh comments, and to be honest, his words are still stinging.
"I...I know I'm a jerk Louis." He sighs and turns around slowly. "I know that you deserve better... so... if you don't want to forgive me... I-I understand."
I sigh softly and stand to my feet. I took Harry's hands in my and gently wrapped them around my neck.
"You're not mad?" He quesioned, his eyes of full of guilt and sorrow. I shook my head, allowing tears to flow from the bridge of my eyelids, and down my face.
"Lou?" He asks as he wipes away my tears. I feel like the biggest baby, crying in front of Harry like I was. "Hey... hey...shh."I got you." I shook my head, allowing more tears to form.
"Y-You are n-never here for m-me. I squalled, my tears streaming down face, soaking it completely. "Y-You say you a-are and then y-you leave, you go somewhere a-and don't come back for
d-days." I'm choking on my own sobs now, drenched in my own tears, and I feel Harry hug me even tighter.
This tells me he wants to comfort me. I don't give in... at least not yet.
"I-I don't understand Har-ry." Why did you y-yell at m-me?" " I didn't do any-anything."
Harry looks at me in a pained way. I know he's hurt and he needs to explain his feelings, but now isn't a good time. Not when I'm emotionally unstable. "Harry... I whisper against his chest. "Please...not now."
He backs away now, his face flushed pink, tears are visable in his eyes and I know he's hurt.
"Alright Louis." He says taking me in another hug." I'm sorry, I really truly am." I don't pay his apology no mind not when I know he'll just do it again.
He starts walking away, his hand in his pocket reaching for the key to unlock the door. Before he had his key, I tackled him to the ground, covering him in kisses.
"D-Don't go." I love you." Just...don't go." I begin kissing his lips, making sure he got the message that he was mine.
