History

Chapter 23: Unfold

Louis' pov.

I stepped up the brick drive to mine and Sarah's flat, feeling guilty for leaving so quickly from Harry and Brooklyn's. Seeing her was a little too much. Harry was fine, he was my best friend, but seeing the family that they were starting, and that Sarah and I couldn't have, was too much to bear. Of course I felt guilty for not being able to be around her, and never in a million years did I want her to get the wrong idea. I just couldn't take it.

"Louis, are you back?" Sarah called out from the living room. I took in a deep breath before walking in and kissing her on the forehead from above. She had the blanket wrapped around her, watching some cheesy rom-com. She was watching intently. "I'm glad your home." She smiled as I sat down next to her, wrapping arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into me. "Finally back from that traitors house." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help it. Comments like those drove me insane.

"They're my friends." I defended. She snorted.

"Well they're not mine." She threw some popcorn in her mouth and ignored the look on my face. I hated when she got like this.

"That's a shame sweetheart. It really is." She scoffed and sat up. Then she laughed and pointed at the T.V.

"See that girl, she's pregnant." She laughed again, humorlessly. "It disgusts me. It reminds me of Brooklyn." The way she said her name, the hate was basically dripping down her chin after she said it. I shook my head and stood up, walking out of the room. "Where are you going babe?" She called after me. I sighed and turned around.

"Look," I started, not sure I was even ready to do this, "I love you, I really do, or I love the old you. I'm just not sure if the you I fell in love with still exists." She was already pissed, I could tell. But it was too late to go back. I walked closer to her. "I understand being upset about not being pregnant, or finding out we can't have kids. But being this hateful to someone that only wants to support you," She cut me off.

"If she wanted to support me, she'd be here to comfort me!" I groaned.

"You don't get it! She came here for a month, hoping you'd answer the door, so did Harry! But you wouldn't even let me tell them to leave! You want me to shut them out too. I can't do that honey. Not after everything they've done for us." She glared at me, and I couldn't even try to feel bad about what I'd said. She was so bitter anymore, and I'd defended her too long. I couldn't keep defending a situation like this. "She didn't ask to get pregnant. Especially not by someone who doesn't want anything to do with the kids." She rolled her eyes. "But you know what you two have in common? You both have men that love you unconditionally." She started to tear up now.

"Louis-"

"I need some time Sarah. Until you figure out what mistakes you're making, I don't think I can handle this anymore." I grabbed my coat off the rack, and she followed me into the foyer, tears streaming down her face.

"Louis please-" I pursed my lips.

"I can't Sarah. I can't talk to you right now." I walked out the door, and I left without another word. From the reviewer mirror I could see her standing in the driveway, arms crossed, the tears never seemed to end. I went to the only place I knew I could go. Liam's.

He lived a little further away than the rest of us, so it took me about half an hour to get there. It wasn't far, but it only took me ten from Harry's. I knocked on the door, wondering if I was making the wrong decision. I decided I wasn't as soon as I saw the the welcoming smile on his face and the light of his house.