You heard a sniffle coming from the bathroom as you walked to your bedroom. You frowned and walked to the doors. You knocked lightly, leaning on it since it was opened. There was Louis sitting on the toilet, head in his hands. He looked at you, broken look on his face, tears streaming down one by one. You walked slowly to him and took his hand in yours only to shock when he moved his hand and crossed them. He looked at you like you.. like you hurt him. "Lou? Baby? What's wrong? Who hurt you?" "You." He muttered and your eyes widened in surprise. "What?" Whisper left your mouth. "Why did you kept those text message? From Y/E/B/N?" "Oh Lou. When he broke up with me I was broken. I haven't used my phone or computer in months. I was miserable. No one was able to make me smile.
And then you came and my whole life started to make sense again. You lifted me up and I totally forgot about him nor those messages. I'll delete them right away okay?" He nodded and you placed a light kiss on his tear stained face before deleting these messages.
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