"Are you serious?" Louis murmured to himself as he plopped onto the sofa, his hands raising up to rub his face in frustration.
"What the fuck is this, Harry?" Louis nearly shouted, his body tensing up as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Loo-"
"You are fucking accusing me of cheating! Do you really think I would fuckin' do that?" he continued on while jolting up from his position, turning his body so he could face his boyfriend.
Tears sprung in his eyes and he was just tired of everything right now.
"I saw you kissing him though.." Harry trailed off with a pained look on his face, his body slumping forward as Louis shook his head, stepping away slightly from him.
"And why the fuck would I kiss him? Are you sure you saw us right? He was just hugging me, you fucking dick!"
"Louis, calm down."
"You expect me to calm the fuck down when clearly you need fuckin' glasses you asshole!?"
"Louis.."
"No! I don't want to hear it. You can't just tug me out of my shift! I can get fired and we won't have anymore money to support the both of us because you don't work as much anymore and I'm the only one supporting the both of us! I need this job, I don't care what you think when I enjoy my job, I just want you to fucking leave my job alone." Louis breathed weakly as his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Harry growled and his jaw clenched, anger finally spreading across his face.
"And how the fuck am I supposed to leave your job alone when I fucking know that you are getting touched by other people?! You're being treated like a fucking slut and that's not how life works, Louis. You're supposed to live life like you're trying your hardest to make it worth whi--""
"Harry shut the fuck up."
"No, you shut the fuck up, Louis. I am done with your fucking bullshit and I want you to stop your fucking job." Harry said, trying to be as calm as he could.
Louis rolled his eyes and shook his head while crossing his arms and ankles together with a frown, fidgeting with his sweater.
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Oh I sure as fucking hell can, you fucking whore."
"Don't you dare call me that, you fucking shit."
"I--"
"You what? Hm?"
"I-I'm.. I--" Harry raised his hand up with a bite of his lip, not knowing if what he's going to say would be a good idea.
"What, Harry? You fuckin' what?"
"I- I don't- I'm--"
"Fucking talk already, you dick!"
"I'm do-done."
Louis' face softened and his arms fell to his sides, his stomach swirling.
"What..?"
"I'm done, Louis. I'm fucking done." Harry spat, hands clenching in frustration.
"So.. You're breaking up with me."
"Goddammit, Louis! How many fucking times do you want me to say it?! We're fuckin' done!" he shouted, his body now being straightened, showing Louis his frightening height.
"Oh.. Should I-- Should I go pack then? Because I'll just- I can just- I can just sleep over at someone's house then."
"No, I'll do it. I'll pack, you can stay here alone."
"No! No. I'll- I'll just.. I'll be the one to leave. Don't worry.." Louis trailed off, tears building up in his eyes while walking up the stairs and into their bedroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bye Harry."
"Bye Louis."
"I'll miss you."
"...."
Louis sniffled quietly and nodded at Harry before fleeing from the flat, not really knowing where to go. Louis never had friends, so he didn't know why he said he'd sleep at someone's house.
But I guess this is just the end for both boys.
Or will it be just Louis' end?
this isn't the end of the story- heuehuehuehe.
