Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

S I X T E E N

Well, I've finally got my new computer so hopefully updates will be better and come more often now. I still have school but I will try to write as much as I can. Thank you all for 10,000 reads!

Third Person

Harry was sound asleep when Louis arrived back home. He was cuddled up in his own warmth, which didn't bring the normal sense of protection as Louis' warmth did.

Louis looked at him. His sprawled out fiancée, perfect in everyway. Yeah, he had flaws, but that's just what made him so amazing.

Did Louis feel bad? A little, yeah. He knew Harry would be mad, and he also knew he'd want Louis to wake him up. So he did. The older boy shook the younger awake, earning a small groan and a shove.

"Harry, baby, its Louis." He said, his voice hoarse. But Harry woke up, slowly, but he did sit up in the bed, looking up at the love of his life with such pitiful, tired eyes.

"We need to talk." Louis mumbled and the younger boy nodded, shifting to get more comfortable to listen. "Z-Zayn and I... we...I.. Im sorry, Harry."

He didnt really have to go on much longer. Even to Harry, who could hardly think straight at the moment, it was all clear what Louis was trying to say.

Harry nodded, trying not to show his anger or sadness as he kept nodding, stepping out of bed, slipping the engagement ring off his finger as he threw it at Louis, who looked down at it when it landed at his tiny feet.

Louis tried to speak out, but his voice stayed quiet as Harry walked over to the drawer where his things were. Lou knew what he was doing. He was leaving. He would have left him, too.

The younger boy packed his things, leaving immediantly with no words, and Louis didnt follow. He knew it would just cause an even bigger fight, and Harry really didnt need that.

He hoped this wasnt going to break them up. Harry was his world, all of it and more. He didnt just love Harry, he was truly, madly, deeply, completely in love with him. He sighed, cuddling into the emptiness of the duvet, trying to keep Harrys scent inside of it.

Meanwhile Harry was walking to his mums flat, the rain dripping slowly but somehow swiftly, pushing his hair down to his face. He walked with his head down, confused as to why Louis wouldve done something like that.

Wasnt Harry enough?

Sirens were heard, but he tried to ignore them as he started hurrying towards his house, which was only about a minute away. Biting his lip, he fumbled in his pocket to grab his keys as he unlocked the door, scrambling inside.

"Harry? Sweetheart, its almost six in the morning.. why are you home?"

"H-He cheated on me, mum.."

Anne sighed, walking over from her place at the kitchen counter, hugging Harry tightly. "Its alright, baby.."

He cried into her shoulder, gripping her back as more bad thoughts slipped into his mind. He tried to shut them out, but they seemed to be getting louder, taunting him in his mind.

Letting out a gasp in pain, he backed away from his mother and stumbled to the ground, down on his bum.

"Make it stop... P-Please! Just make it stop!" Harry was yelling, covering his ears, waking up his sister and probably all his neighbors.

His mum knelt at his side, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down, but he wouldnt. He was shaking, tears continuously running down his cheeks. Mumbling, he scooted back away from Anne, whining and giving small whimpers.

"Harry...please, love."

"Get away from me!" Harry yelled, gripping his face in pain.

Gemma, Harrys older sister, was now downstairs, in loose kitten pajamas, confused.

"H-Harry?" She asked, earning a hiss from Harry as he scrambled to stand up and ran upstairs, slamming his door loudly.

Anne and her daughter locked eyes, the younger giving a nod, as to say "Mental Hospital.", which Anne barely understood.

Gemma, knowing her mum's trouble, dialed the hospital number and handed the phone to Anne as she finally understood, nodding back as the hospital picked up, but of course it was just a recording.

"Hello, our hospital is currently recovering after a shooting. We are struggling to get back to normal. Thanks for your time."

Anne hung up, frowning.

"It has been like 10 weeks!" She said, shaking her haid as she grabbed the phone book. "Gemma, lovely, could you look through and find the number for the other hospital? Im going to sleep.."

Gemma nodded, kissing her mum on the cheek and waving her off as she flipped through the pages.

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Louis looked at the time, biting his lip. It was noon, and he was quite hungry, but so very upset. He regreted what he did. It hurt him. Not as much as it hurt Harry, of course.

He got out of the bed, still dressed in his clothes from last night, and still stinking from the alchohol and cigarettes that had surrounded him. But he just sprayed on some cologne, slipped on his shoes and walked out the door.

Shoving his hands in his smelly pockets, he kept his head under his hoodie as he walked down the sidewalk to the small starbucks, for a little something to wake him up.

As he walked in the door, the door gave a small ring, and the barista smiled widely at him.

"Hello sir!" She said sweetly, batting her fake eyelashes at him and leaning over the counter, bunching her chest up at him, smiling. "What can I get for you?"

He tried not to show his disgust too much as he put his left hand down on the free space of the counter, his ring shining up at her, and she sat up.

"Uhm, just get me a Medium vanilla bean frappe with some strawberry, whipped cream and caramel on top, please.." He knew it was a girly drink, but he really didnt care.

She nodded, fixing it quickly after he paid, giving him another flirty smile, obviously not caring he was engaged, if he still even was.

Handing it over, she winked, and Louis tried not to vomit as he turned, bumping into another, matching, hooded stranger. His coffee luckily didnt spill, but the stranger (a female), stumbled back, her hood falling back.

"A-Ashe?" Louis said and Ashe looked at him, her eyes widening.

She avoided him, getting herself straight and pushing out of his way. He frowned but kept going, taking a sip of his frappe, biting the straw nervously as he started walking home.

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yay. there you gooooo.