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Louis' POV:
I carefully sip some of the hot tea, looking at the raindrops cascading down the kitchen window. It's pitch black outside and all I can hear is the soft rhythm of the rain hitting the glass, as well as a few passing cars now and then. I study the raindrops, picking two and two, having little races with them; always rooting for the one furthest up. I sigh, moving my gaze down to my fingers. Maybe he doesn't love me after all? I close my eyes, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. It doesn't take long until I'm full on sobbing. I put away the tea cup, furiously wiping at my cheeks, but it's useless. I jump down on the floor, just looking around desperately trying to find .. something. Anything, really.
Ever since that day he's been avoiding me. What did I do wrong? Me and Harry never go more than a day, maybe two, without talking! Was it something I said? Running my hand through my hair, I scream as I throw a candle holder towards the door. It breaks, glass flying everywhere. I sink down on my knees, not caring about the pieces of glass that bury deep inside my legs. Crying my heart out, clutching at my chest. "Louis?" I barely notice the faint sound of his voice. I look up, through all the tears, and when my eyes land on him I break down all over again. "Oh, m'sorry love. I'm so sorry!" I can hear him close the door, walking over, careful not to step on the glass. When he reach me he sit down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
His arms around my waist, his lips on my neck, soft gentle touches. He's everywhere, wrapped around me like a blanket. His deep, slow, voice calming me. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear. The smell of him intoxicating my brain; paralyzing me. "Come, lets get you cleaned up. You're all cut up, darling." he acts calm, helping me stand up and guiding me towards the bathroom. But I can tell by the tone in his voice that he's worried and in pain. "Why would you do this?" he asks, cleaning my cuts. "I-I don't .. you left me!" I stutter, doing my best not to start crying again. "Oh baby, is this because? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you like this!" I smile softly at him, not knowing what to say. He broke my heart, he abandoned me! When he's finished we walk into my bedroom, sitting down on the bed. "I- do you want some tea? I mean, I could go make us some .. if you want?" I nod, smiling at how cute he is when he's nervous. "Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks."
"So..." "Why'd you leave like that?" I look into his, oh so beautiful, eyes for the first time in three weeks. He takes a moment to reply, sipping at his tea. "I don't know, I was scared I guess..." I sigh, frustrated. "Scared of what exactly?" "Something going wrong! I can't lose you Lou. What if we broke up and you end up hating me? I, I couldn't live with that. I can 't live without you." He stares deep into my eyes and I can tell that this isn't just some cheap excuse. No, he's serious. "Then don't. Take me! I'm not going anywhere, I only wanna be with you." I reply. "Yeah, okay" he softly stroke my cheek with his right hand, still staring into my eyes. We both lean in, his lips only inches away. I can feel his minty breath fan over my own lips. "I love you." It's barely over a whisper but I still hear it, and I can't help the grin that spread across my face. "I love you too, now kiss me you fool." he smile back, winking. "As you wish, princess." "Wha- I'm not-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine, and piece by piece the outside world fades away, and the only thing that matters is Harry. HarryHarryHarry.
Just a filler, hopefully I'll be able to post more frequently.
