Same Mistakes *sequel for D.D.*

Chapter 13

Noah and I had talked just seconds ago and I could tell he was upset that I was meeting with Louis, but I knew that he understood why. Talking to Louis could be good. It could help me get over all the anger and hatred.

As much as I hated what happened to us and the way we broke up. I have learned to forgive him. I can't blame him for forgetting me. Eleanor's far more prettier than I am. Hell! Why wouldn't he want her?

"Stop." I turn around quickly as I see Harry standing in the doorway.

"What?"

"I know exactly what you're doing." He stepped towards me and looked at us both in the mirror.

"You keep on over thinking about how Louis would never want you and that you are not good enough for him."

"But-"

"No, Claire. You know that it's true. But you need to know that no matter what Louis thinks, you are still beautiful. Why worry about what he thinks? You have a good man on your hands who loves you dearly. So stop worrying. You guys are just going to be talking like old friends. That's all. Just inhale, then exhale, now you're ready to go."

Harry was right. I was doing this to myself. But why? Why didn't I feel good enough for Louis? The shirt I was wearing looked okay. And same with the black skinny jeans. But was this enough? Was I presentable?

"Lets go." Harry tugged on my hand and walked with me downstairs.

Madison was waiting downstairs with luggage in her hand. They were leaving for Italy for a few weeks. It was their romantic get away. Harry had told me he was going to purpose, but the only problem was he didn't know if she was going to say yes or no. I told him not to worry because either way, she'd always love him.

"Alright. Well I'll see you guys in a few weeks. You guys be safe! I love you both." I gave Madi a big hug and Harry a kiss on the cheek. The two walked out hand in hand, Madi looking happy and beautiful with every step.

The door shut and I was left on my own.

A few minutes later Louis showed up at my door wearing a grey shirt with a red hoodie over it and sweats. His hair wasn't styled or combed. It was the way it always looked when he'd been sleeping or just got out of the shower and would dry with perfect little waves.

He looked like the Louis who would stay the night and drink coffee with me in the morning and watch movies with me while we would snuggle. But those days are gone. No more, "Louis's back home." No more, "I missed you while I was away." And no more, "I love you's." I wanted to jump into his arms and scream at him and yell and tell him that I hated him for what happened and that I hate myself for putting him in danger of John. I hated that he chose El over me and he was important to me and I wanted him to love me again.

But he would get scarred; he was still trying to figure things out on his own and I wouldn't make it any better. This was progress right here. Us standing here, about to go out for a bit and talk as friends. This was his doing. He wanted to be friends and make things work. He wasn't trying to push me out of his life. He wanted me back in. And slowly at the time I could accept this.

"Hey." He smiled

"Hi." I smiled back. We stared for a bit.

"Uh, lets go." Louis laughs and my heart begins to melt.

"Ha, yeah. That sounds good."

"So how have you been?" He asks as we take the elevator down.

"It's been good," lies, you've been living in hell, "going back to college for my teaching degree." I sighed.