Lies by Harry Styles

Chapter 13-trust and love

Louis' POV

I look around Skade's room.

All posters of me and the boys, so old.

"I called you here because," she gets all dramatic.

My heart pounds against my chest.

"I can't love you." She sounds so hurt, as if half an arrow is in her chest.

"W-why not?" I don't feel alive anymore without her by my side.

"Because, our relationship may be better then words, but the story of my life is not with you." She says.

"Best song ever." I say randomly.

"What?" She says.

"You're just making this whole lecture by my album." I say.

"That's not the point Louis!" She shouts.

"Then why? All you say is I want I want I want and now you're like, leave we're going nowhere."

"Now this is Little mix." She happily says.

"Shut up!" I say, somewhat meanly.

She starts tearing up. "Can't love you because, because you love someone else."

My heart stops beating for a good minute. Was what's she was saying, true?

"Am I wrong Louis? Am I?" A tear comes down her cheek.

I shake my head with her only seeing my hair. "No."

She bawls her eyes out.

"Skade I-"

She leaves the room.

What have I done? To Skade? Or myself?

Eleanor's POV

even though I'm not with Liam, I still call his telephone. I pay for the phone bills every month 6 weeks ever since he left. I always call his cell just to listen to his voicemail everyday.

"Babe." Harry says, covering my eyes with his hands.

"Harry, I'm not in the mood." I say, annoyed.

"Come on." He says, tickling my sides.

I start giggling. "Stop!"

"I'll be waiting for you in the car." He winks.

I nod with a smile.

My phone lights up and I see a picture, of me and Liam at the photo booth.

I click the trash icon.

"Would you like to delete this photo?" Siri says.

Stupid Siri. Why don't you just finalize my answer?

My brain says yes, but my heart says, Liam will always remember you.

I would always go with my heart, but I feel that Liam would forget me by now.

Delete.

2 years later.

Troy was about to go to school so I kiss him on the forehead.

"Bye mom!" He says.

I smile. "Goodbye Troy."

After he has left, I decide to go to the park, walk the dog.

"I'm going to walk the dog!" I say to Harry, who is cooking lunch.

"Bye babe." He smiles, looking down at the pan.

As I leave, I see some flats with tan legs, hiding.

I look around, not being able to solve if I'm going crazy or it's real.

I shrug and lock the door.

The sun shines bright, and the trees are as green as ever.

I sit on the bench, leaving my dog, Ovaltine free of his leash.

Memories flash back.

All the good dates I had here, and bad. They were still experiences I had to keep in my memories.

But there is this one person I dated but, his face is very foggy to remember.

The only recollection I have of him is his eyes.

Those eyes. The only thing that can tell me who they are.

"Can I sit here?" A voice says.

I turn my head, looking if they were about to murder me or something.

Just a smiling, polite, man. Looking to be about my age.

"So, are you around here?" He asks, trying to start a conversation.

"Yes." I say, awkwardly.

"That's wonderful." He looks around the park. "Very much like the place I was in my teen years with a girl.

A girl.

Could that girl be me?

"Her name was Alise." He begins.

I shrug. Nevermind.

"Okay." He whispers.

"What?" I say, confused.

He shakes his head. "I didn't say anything."

I think I'm going crazy today.

"I want to show you something. Come with me." He gestures.

I hesitate.

"Do you trust me?" He says.

"What?" I say.

"Do you trust me?" He repeats.

"Yes, yes I do." I say, dangerously. But what's life without a little risk.

He drives me to this lake. It's a beautiful scenery.

"This is beautiful." I say in amazement.

"As much as you are?" He says.

"Hmm?" I say in confusion.

"Sorry." He whispers.

"Listen. You seem like a nice guy and all but, I must go home." I say, grabbing my purse.

"Please, stay. I don't even know your name yet." He says, grabbing my wrist.

Those eyes. They look, very familiar.

But I come back to focus. "I must go." I slide out of his grip and run to my car.

That man. He looks so familiar.

I just can't, I can't know who he is.

It can't be.