Harry won the X-Factor with his band shortly after he and Louis got together. Through the years, they fight a lot and it becomes too much for Louis, so he breaks up with him. But no matter what...he keeps on coming back to him.
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"I know you, Louis. Better than anyone else. You don't want us to come out. You wouldn't deal!", Harry paces through their London flat, pulling on his newly short hair.
"These days I don't even know myself, Harry", Louis says in a weak voice, tired of their arguments, rubbing his hands over his face. Harry comes to a halt, looking at Louis in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...I don't know myself anymore. All I'm doing is argue with you. I'm tired, Harry", he sighs, "I always thought I'd marry Eleanor and that nobody would ever tell me how to feel." Harry gapes at him, not believing what Louis had just said.
"May I remind you, that you ended it with Eleanor, because you fucking wanted to be with me? Do you regret us?", he sounds angry. Louis shakes his head, trying to compose himself and think about what to say.
"I know, Harry, and I fucking don't regret anything. I fucking love you and you kill me every time you go out with some model chick, pretending you're as straight as a fucking pole. Newsflash, you're not straight!", he huffs out, standing up from the chair he was sitting in and wandering to the windowfront, looking at London's skyline.
"YOU FUCKING DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!", Harry screams, throwing the vase, Louis' mother had brought from Japan, through the room. The vase shatters on the wall making Louis flinch.
"I FUCKING WELL KNOW THAT YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME ANYMORE!", Louis screams back, turns around calling, "IT'S FUCKING OVER!", and slams his bedroom door behind his back, making Harry flinch as well. He pulls his hair once more, before grabbing his things and rushing out the front door, slamming the door behind him as well. Louis' tears start to stream down his face, which is buried in his pillow, not believing that he had just broken up with Harry again.
"Hazza, Babe...please come back. I love you! Please call me when you hear this", Louis speaks with shaky voice on Harry's voicemail for the probably hundredth time in the last few days after their last fallout. He runs his free hand, which is not holding the phone, through his messy hair, trying to keep the tears from streaming down his face. He is a wreck again and all thanks to another stupid fight.
"You have to move on, Tommo. Forget him! If he doesn't want to be your fucking fiancé in public then he doesn't deserve you. Fuck him", Stan, his oldest friend says from the couch, where he is playing FIFA. Louis shakes his head, tears trickling down his face, because he wasn't able to hold them. His phone clutched in his hand, hoping it would start ringing with "Still The One" by Shania Twain, which was Louis' ringtone for Harry.
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