My Kind Of Love (Larry Stylinson)

You don't understand

*Louis' POV*

Tears were streaming down my face. My Harry would never love me in the way I love him, I don't know if he would even love me again.

Harry texted again.

From Harry (10:09am):

"Who was that lad you were with? Glad to see you care about someone else more than your 'best friend'"

I hate my life so much, maybe it would have been easier if I'd just have died. Maybe I still can.

As I was pondering on those thoughts, Oli ripped my phone out of my grip.

He dialed Harrys' number.

"Hi this is Oli, I'm Louis' boy- good friend" He spoke not looking into my eyes.

I couldn't hear what Harry had to say but I hope he didn't notice Oli's slip up, well I guess it was true, we were dating. But I wish we weren't.

"He doesn't want to see any of you at the moment, he's really upset"

"I don't care, Harry, he's my friend"

"I love Louis so much, so much more than you ever could, so just save it, yeah"

I was fuming on the inside. Oli was basically ruining whatever chance I had left with Harry.

Without thinking I stole back my phone. Harry was already gone.

"Thanks a lot" I stormed out.

In the comfort of my own room I let out all my emotions. Oli was being so selfish, he didn't know how I really felt. No one understands.

Help me!

I resorted back to my old habit.

Reaching underneath my bed for the box. My emotions were consuming me, I was going back, back to hell. And it was all because of Harry.