I promise I'll start writing on my own soon ( next chapter ). Until then, this chapter is by TommosFreak <3 (PS. Abbs if you're reading this, this part always makes me cry. I hate you for not continuing this story ;n; )
Louis' POV
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Harry being jealous. Of Eleanor nonetheless. Well, not that I blame him, we were together afterall. And she said that she still liked me, but would keep it to herself if we could at least be friends; that part I didn't tell Harry. He'd probably get protective and jealous and won't let me see her. At least she's there for me when he bails. Shaking that thought off, I looked at the curls that hid his face. "Are you mad at me?" I asked hesitantly, and he just nodded. I had to bite my inner cheek not to laugh. He looked and acted like a little kid. A spoiled one for that matter. I let a sigh escape my lips before I reached my hands to move the curls away. He quickly jerked my hand away and pushed me aside.
But . . . I saw them. His eyes. All puffy and red. Has he been crying? Because of me? No. That's not possible. How in the world did I make Harry Styles cry. "Harry.." I said softly as I reached out my hand again, this time slowly. "Did you sleep with her?" I heard him whisper, his voice shaky like he was about to cry, if he wasn't already. Was he talking about Eleanor? Why would I sleep with her? I don't even like her that way anymore. It's got nothing to do with her, right? "What, now all of a sudden you don't trust me?" I said staring at him. He didn't even move. Why the hell didn't he try to explain himself? How was I supposed to figure it out? Like, to start with, why is he so angry? It's not the first time I go out with Eleanor. Sure, I got home a bit late tonight, but it doesn't mean anything.
Harry's POV
Great. He probably thinks I'm pathetic by now. Crying over something like this. Yes, I cried myself to sleep while waiting for him. I'm not ashamed of it. Okay, maybe I am, but that's not the point. His answer wasn't right. You can't answer a question with a question. Of course I trust him, it's Eleanor that I don't trust. But I can't tell him that, they're so close and he'll end up hating me instead. Think, Harold, think. You got into this mess, better get yourself out of it fast. "I never go questioning about your friends, Harry" I've done it. Messed it up again. Geez, I'm such an arse. "It's not the first time you bail on me, and Eleanor is always there to cheer me up" He continued, his voice a bit confident and defenssive. "So, what, you'll get it down with anyone who smiles at you?" Okay. Blame me. It slipped out of my mouth. I'm angry. I say stupid things. And I certainly didn't mean it. I really didn't.
"I'M NOT YOU!" Louis yelled out of anger, leaving us both in silence for a few moments. He must've been shocked to what he just said because he covered his mouth with his hands, and his eyes were a bit wide. Well, I guess I deserved that one. But it still hurt. Not that I'm going to tell him that. "Haz, I-I'm so so sorry" Louis said, his voice cracked slightly as he took small steps closer "I didn't mean to say it, I'm really sorry" He repeated his apology before cupping my face. Letting his touches do their magic, I looked up to meet his eyes. Those shiny blue eyes. Tears were standing right at the edge, but he kept a smile plastered to his face. He wiped away the tear that strolled down my face. This wasn't right. Something didn't feel right. I can't do this. Pushing his hands away, I stood up and walked pass him. "Don't come" Those were the last things I said to him before walking inside. My tone was cold and threatening, he knew better than to follow me. I locked the door before leaning my back on it and sliding down till I could feel the ground. I hugged my knees and his my face between them. I just need some time. Give me time.
