The Ballet Shoes

June 8th 2018

Telling Johanna was the easiest part of it all, she was over the moon she started crying when we told her.

Louis ended up asking Lottie to be part of the wedding too. It was the least way he could repay her for what he did to her that time. Things came together for both the families. Everything bad was now behind them. Lottie and Louis officially made up in a teary hug. They exchanged I love you's. 

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Flashback 

"Watch where your going!" he snaps his accent is definitely one of those from Doncaster.

I know exactly who it is. I look to see Louis his arms crossed over his chest as I try to grab my body wrap from under his foot. He doesn't lift his foot. He stands there with an evil smirk across his damned face.

"Please lift your foot." I say as calmly and politely as possible even though I hate his guts. 

Ever since he saw me practicing in the dorm when he visited Liam, he's gave me nothing but hell. Never once in front of Liam though. Probably cause he knows Liam would give it to him.

"I said lift your foot please I'm not going to ask again." I say letting my annoyance show.

He lets out a laugh.

"Or what? Your-" Niall his best friend places a hand on his shoulder.

"Let him go." he says looking down.

"Niall you know to not tell me what to do." he warns lifting his foot. 

End of flashback

Harry remembered that day perfectly it was the day they first met. Reminiscing everything over again just like it were written down for him to read in his mind was his own story book of how he fell in love with someone he thought he'd never come to love. Now though he loved him more than anything and staring at his suit just a day before the wedding he thought now would was just the perfect time to go back to everything. He closed his eyes again and continued the flashbacks. 

Flashback

"L-Louis I uh don't want any trouble. P-please let me go." I hug my things closer.

He stares at me with those icey blues directly into my eyes. I squirm trying to get out of his grip. Shit he's strong.

"Louis let me go, stop looking at me." I say turning my head away from his stare.

His arm is against my neck the other is at his side. His knee is under my crotch. If I wasn't hugging my things I could smack him hard enough to where he falls but I can't. He starts leaning forward his face is almost sad but angry at the same time. I shake my head from side to side. He is not kissing me! No way!

"Pretty little pwincess is scared." he slurs.

"Don't call me that!" I snap.

"You stop being so troubling to Liam you hear me, you've ruined his night. I can't have you doing that." he warns.
"Why do you do this to me?" I question trying to reconcile with him calmly.

He laughs.

"I enjoy ruining your perfect little life you have going on." he says with an evil smile.

This made Harry snap. Nothing about his life was perfect.

Harry dropped his things giving Louis a hard push to the floor.

"You think my life is perfect! You are dead wrong! Not a single thing in my life is perfect and it's not because of you either! You are disgusting! You think its perfectly fine to harass me and degrade me and push me around! Louis you are cold, you have taken my only fucking friend from me! You are horrible!" I yell.