my angel l.s

chapter #25

louis gets to his car, slamming the door shut as he gets in. he puts in the keys, hands wrapping around the wheel and squeezing as hard as he could, his anger increasing by the second.

he really couldn't believe his angel would ever have that train of thought in his head, that he was a fuckboy.

he thought harry had a better image of him, that he was sweet and kind, caring, anything that does not have the label of fuckboy in it.

does harry look at him like that? does harry actually genuinely think he's a fuckboy and has other girls on the side?

he grits his teeth as that thought pops in his mind.

as he pulls out the parking spot, his foot pushes on the gas, getting out of there.

today, there wasn't traffic, which is amazing because louis can get to his destination quicker.

his mind becomes clouded with thoughts, still struggling to believe harry would say something that low to him.

it's like he's never met him.

like he's from the media, making bullshit stories to just get more money, the stories helping to put a specific image on him, people sadly believing the media and failing to treat louis how he should be.

while he drives, trees and places zoom by him, but he couldn't care if he is breaking the law, he needs to get there as fast as he can.

surprisingly, no cops are even around, but louis doesn't have time to think about that, he needs to get there and he needs to get there now.

his eyes trained on the road, making sharp turns, foot never releasing pressure on the gas.

when he sees the sign, introducing the current place he's in, he parks on the side of the road, grabbing his phone and keys.

he gets to the familiar grass he always sits on, taking a seat, and looking at his lap. he sighs soft, feeling little tears form.

"mummy? just, i need to talk to someone and you're the only person i can talk to." his eyes close, sucking in a small breath. "you're the only person who really understands. i can't go to the girls, they're all the way in england and it's better to be protecting them instead of being so selfish." his fists wipe his tears away, not wanting to be a baby and cry.

"you, you know harry? the boy, the boy i've been telling you about? he um, he called me a, and i apologize for cursing, but he called me a fuckboy. and i know to everyone else in the world it shouldn't mean a big deal, but i just- i just got my image away and people treated me horrible during it. they used me and they've made fun of me, i never felt so vulnerable." he winces, trying to hold back his tears.

"they-they would degrade me, and the girl- especially the girl," louis bites his lip, "i- i can't believe harry would even say that. he doesn't know what i've been through with that topic, how i would cry and just wish people could erase it all from their minds. i wish they could see the good things i do, instead of bringing me down because they assume i'm a womanizer and i jump from girl to girl, when i don't even like girls at all."

"i just- i wish you were here so you could help me. i wish it could be like it used to be, wish so much." louis couldn't take it anymore, sobs leaving his mouth, hands being brought to his face. "miss you mummy, miss you so much." he cried.

few minutes later, louis calms down. he wipes his tears again, looking at the grave. "i love you so much, mummy. so much." his hand touches the grave, resting it there. "i'll come back soon, yeah? can't wait to see you. bye mummy." he gets up, looking back at the grave before walking away, going to his car.

"zayn, what am i supposed to do! i- i messed up bad, so bad. god, i'm such an idiot." harry's hand punches the middle of the steering wheel, emitting a honk and a soft whine from harry.

"well, maybe stop punching things for one. and for two, i don't know. you really messed up on this one, i actually don't even know what to do." harry sighs, whining. "here, give him time first. we need to figure out, cause i feel like this is a personal thing to him, why he was like that. i understand why he was mad, but i feel like there's something deeper that made him go off on you." harry nodded.

"here, why don't you come to my house, i have an ice pack here waiting for you." harry nods, "thanks zayn, ill see you there." zayn ends the call, harry putting his keys in, pulling out the parking spot and to his house.

"so, maybe we should start out by going on google? you go on google, and i will too. try to look up things that could get what we're trying to find." harry hums, going on safari and typing in 'louis tomlinson fuckboy.'

he decides to go as what harry called him, and his heart just drops because he's so stupid for calling him it.

scrolling, his eyes widen, seeing all these articles of louis and girls, with horrible titles.

louis tomlinson has a new girlfriend? soccer player seen out with danielle campbell, weeks after tragic break up with eleanor calder

heartthrob and football star louis tomlinson seen with actor danielle campbell after breakup with long-time girlfriend eleanor calder

football star louis tomlinson goes after another ex?

teen heartthrob louis tomlinson seen at club with kendall jenner, is he cheating on danielle campbell?

and there's more and more, making harry so surprised.

he clicks on them, reading them all.

after, he goes and continues to dig and dig, slowly realizing what he's done.

but, what really just messes him up when an interviewer asks louis if he's womanizer, and his smile completely dropped and mumbled no a few times while shaking his head.

it was obvious the topic really made him uncomfortable, especially with how he answers the question.

"zayn, zayn i can't believe this. i need to do something, i'm so horrible." he tells him, and zayn smiles softly at him.

"i'm glad you realize what you've done, i already knew about this, just wanted you to figure out yourself and really think about what you said. yes, you shouldn't of said that but you aren't horrible. you are just horrible in that moment. i say to give him some time, because i feel like he is still hurt at what you said. try to talk to him in a couple days, until then, we will make a plan."

"okay, tell me what you got." harry sits up, zayn chuckles softly. "what?" harry's eyebrows furrow.

"i'm not going to be making the plan this time, it's your turn."