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last; "i don't want you"

PLEASE DON'T SKIP THIS.

I just want to thank you guys for even reading this book in the first place and I honestly didn't expect this book to go anywhere 👀 but thank youuuuu! this is the last chapter and I hope it meets your standards.

if you still don't like the ending of the book, or if you just want to know more about what happens in the future, idk, message me, leave a comment, saying that you want  a bonus and I'll write 3 extra chapters! you can suggest some things, and I was thinking of adding a smut chapter for the people who might want one.

now, go ahead and read.

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"fuck, i'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"yeah, just a little bit."

"i'm sorry."

"it's okay. I just guess you're the only one who thinks of touching a fractured wrist."

"fuck off." niall shakes his head, leaning back on the couch as louis rolled his eyes.

"are you upset you can't wank off now?" niall questions, and louis' cheeks heat up in a blush.

"i didn't do it in the first place, and plus I have another hand."

"it's not as good. man, I would be pissed off if i was you. i gotta get off nearly every day."

"ugh, no. i don't need to know that about my best friend."

"would you rather see it?" niall pretends to start taking off his pants and louis covers his eyes, yelling at him to stop.

"just kidding, only my eyes can see that." niall laughs, patting louis on the shoulder.

they both freeze as they hear a knock on the door, and when they don't get up after a few more knocks, they hear speaking. louis instantly recognizes it as harry. he rushes over to the door, but doesn't open it, listening to what he's saying.

"so, I don't know if you're even here. i mean, your car is in the driveway, but guess you could be upstairs or something." he lets out a forced chuckle, "but, if you are, I just want to say i'm sorry, and i know i did some dumb shit but so have you. wow, this speech is just going great... anyways, i don't want you to get hurt. i want you to be safe and just be you. i'm not really good with speeches and things, obviously, so I'm just going to wrap this up. anyways, to sum this up,"

louis cuts him off by opening the door, and wow, louis thought that he looked a mess.

"I like you." they both say simultaneously.

"but..." harry trails off, waiting for louis to say something else.

"but, ian."

"louis, I know you think that you're in a good relationship, but-"

"harry-"

"he isn't the right guy for you and i don't like to see you cry over someone who isn't good to you-"

"can i-"

"wait, louis. ian is going to just continue hurting you and, even if you don't want to be with me-"

"but-"

"i want you to fi-"

harry gets cut off by a kiss, and who is he to pull away? they don't go inside, and harry only recognizes when louis is crying when he feels a tear on his cheek. he pulls away, concerned as he wipes away his tears.

"i don't want you." louis whispers, and harry's heart right about breaks.

"louis.." harry mumbles, in shock for a few seconds.

"i-"

"no, it's fine. i'm good. great. just fucking great." harry pulls away, not turning around as louis calls his name.

louis feels frozen in place and doesn't move. he can't find the words coming out of his mouth until harry's already in his car.

"i need you." he whispers, watching as harry drives off, and he catches the wetness of harry's face as he leaves.

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louis loves ian. he loves the thought of ian. he loves the good things ian does. he loves when he's sweet. he doesn't love when ian yells at him. he doesn't love him when he insults him. he doesn't love the bad things ian does.

louis loves the thought of love. ian loves him. he does. harry doesn't love him. harry likes him. louis needs more than that. he needs someone to love him, so that he knows they'll never leave him.

he just wants love, and so what does he do now? he calls harry to come back over, because he knows that soon, it'll turn into love.

THE END.
(a/n is it cliche to say that?)