Forgotten [One Direction]

Forgotten Part 11

"Lou?" Niall asked, slapping Louis' cheek softly. Louis slowly woke up and he looked at his friends.

"What happened?" He asked rubbing the palm of his hand against his forehead.

"You and Harry had a fight" Liam reminded and he helped Louis up on his feet.

"That crazy bitch" Louis mumbled before once again covering his forehead in his hand.

"Who? Harry?" Liam asked at what Louis said.

"No, Eleanor of course!" Louis answered. He seemed quite honest about it. Louis really loved Harry, and they had been together for almost twenty-five years. Nobody knew until a few weeks ago, but they sure was always dating back in the days.

"I hate her!" Louis screamed out before covering his face with his hands. He was sobing like a baby. "But at the same time I love her..." Louis cried.

"I'm confused" He cried and looked up at his three friends around him. "I need Harry" Louis said with his cheeks cvered in tears.

"No, you don't need Harry" Liam said and he stroke his hand over Louis' cheek to wipe some of them tears away.

"You need to move on, kid" He said before hugging his friend. Louis nodded to show that he understood.

"But first you have to talk to Eleanor, I think" Liam said looking Louis in the eyes.

"Thanks Liam" Louis said and hugged his friend again, before leaving the room in the search of Eleanor. He knew that Harry would also be there, but Louis couldn't give less of a flying fuck about that.

"Eleanor, I need to talk to you" Louis said in a more serious tone when he found Eleanor, Harry and Simon in the end of one of the corridors.

"No you don't" Harry said and stood up from his seat. "Do you want your ass kicked again, maybe?" Harry said trying to frighten his so called "friend". 

"I just need to speak to Eleanor" Louis spat. Harry really pissed him off, eventhough Louis couldn't tear his eyes from Harry's hot body.

"Fine" Harry said, and Louis sighed of relief. "But I'm not leaving" Harry said, crossing his armes over his chest like a grumpy five-year-old.

"Eleanor?" Louis sighed and he looked at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Harry, please leave?" She sighed and he did as he was told, after blowing her a kiss and winking at her.

"What do you want?" She asked, looking over at Louis.

"I want you back, Eleanor" He said, staring right in her eyes.

"Still not your song" She said quietly while rolling her eyes at him.

"I love you more than anything else, and we are perfect together" Louis said. "I shouldn't even have to explain this, we've been married for twenty fucking years!" Louis yelled, more to him self than to her.

"Why would I ever take you back after you cheated on me? With Harry!?" She sceamed and Louis saw Simon run away covering his ears with his hands. 

"You... We... I dont know, okay!?" He screamed in frustration. "You know I can't compete with your new boyfriend, he's got, what, fifty tattoos!?" Louis screamed. He knew that Harry would beat him at anything in life, at any time. Nobody ever liked Louis. Eleanor was the one thing he didn't want to give up. 

"Either I go, or Harry does" Louis said, crossing his armes over his chest.

"Do you know what, Louis, you both go. I'm fed up with this drama going on between you two." Eleanor said with tears starting to form in her eyes. "I don't want to be in the middle of your fucked up relationship anymore!" She screamed at him

"Fuck you, and fuck Harry! " She screamed before running away. 

"Eleanor, wait!" Louis heard Harry yell but Eleanor didn't stop. Louis heard her cry and his heart broke to pieces.

Harry walked out towards Louis with Simon in his arms.

"He fell asleep" Harry whispered and he handed Louis the little boy. Simons cheeks were red from crying and Louis stroke his hand over his sons hair before looking at Harry.

"I'm sorry for hitting you" Harry said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry too" Louis said almost as a whisper. Harry smiled and walked passed Louis.

"We need hair and makeup done, the show starts in two hours" Harry said and he put his hand on Louis' back, leading him back to their dressing room.

Louis fibally felt at home, for the first time in days, with Simon and Harry next to him.

But he still didn't want to forgive that curly haired douchebag, and the taller one of them.

That green eyed, curly haired and tattoed hottie that Louis once loved was now a real jerk.

The feelings was still around, and niether Louis or Harry could deny it.