Forbidden Love (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 11

Louis' POV

A couple of days had passed since my break away from Harry and its killing me. We were back in our little apartment and it was pure torture. Somehow, a paparazzi had taken a photograph of Harry and I kissing in the cafe.

They were all over the web now and it was driving the management crazy. They were setting me on more dates with Eleanor and more girls to hook up with Harry.

Harry was... a zombie.

That was the only way to put it.

Every night, he goes out to bars and brings home a girl.

Every night, I hear them having sex in his room.

Every night, I silently cry myself to sleep.

And every night,

seems more like a decade.

How was this proving that I was his? I don't understand.

It was the same procedure. Wake up, eat breakfast, buy necessities/shop, eat lunch, watch television/write, eat dinner, do whatever comes to mind and sleep.

Everytime we came home for some days off, (hold up I can't even call it home anymore since

'Home is where the heart is.' ) It would be my favourite days as me and Harry would do crazy things together.

We only had 2 weeks and the rest of the boys were visiting their families while I'm stuck in Hell.

But now...

I was currently watching Spongebob Squarepants and I was bored to death.

I heard the front door open and I whipped my head back, and regretted it instantly. In a hot embrace with Harry was not a girl, but a boy. The guy had black hair gelled up in a rumpled suit that Harry was currently gripping tightly. The guy had his hands in Harry's curly hair, gently tugging on it.

Tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn't take it, it was too overwhelming. Not bothering to turn off the television, I ran to my room, immediately jumping on my bed, hiding beneath my blankets. I piled the blankets around myself and shook back and forth, screaming silently into a pillow. I sucked in a deep shaky breath, still trembling.

I opened the drawer on my right and broke the promise I swore I'll never break.

Out came my penknife.