11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 35

(Arctic Monkeys- Stop the world I wanna get off with you)

“Wait what?” I asked. I didn’t wanna lose my temper. For sure she was kidding. I turned my head to Louis.

“You had sex with her?” he asked and I nodded my head. He threw a pillow furiously at the wall and went upstairs.

“Victoria. I’m sorry but I don’t want to have to do anything with you or the baby which isn’t even really there.” I said

“You wanna bet?” she replied

“Get out!” I yelled more than three times. My voice was high it scared her but it even scared myself. She got up and towards the door. She looked me straight in the eyes and she was almost crying.

“I guess it’s over.” She said. Of course it’s fucking over. I looked at her with mercy. Tears were coming but I couldn’t allow myself. I had to be strong. How could I just break down here when Louis was upstairs waiting for me? Or maybe he wasn’t waiting.

Without any other word I slammed the door at her face. I slid to the ground and buried my face into my sweaty palms of my hands. I started crying. Not because of Victoria but because of Louis and how he might have felt. I lift my head and he was standing right in front of me. Looking down. He was crying too.

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”He said and I felt bad for him.

“How could you?” he asked after I wasn’t saying anything. He wanted me to break the silence and I did.

“Stop it! Just stop it!” I yelled and I wasn’t even really his fault.

“Yes. I had sex with her. I didn’t want her to doubt. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel bad. You’ve had sex with Eleanor too. Stop making me feel like a piece of shit!” I yelled

Louis looked calm and he looked me straight in the eye.

“a) I’ve never had sex with Eleanor before and b) even if I had I wouldn’t of let her fucking pregnant and c) I’m not making you feel like a piece of shit. You simply just are one.” He said, his voice shakily by his crying. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting and I certainly didn’t expect him walking out the door without saying another word.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

I went in my car and before I started it up, I started crying. I was crying not because that Harry had fucked her, hell I wasn’t even crying that she was pregnant.

I was crying because Harry lied to me and he betrayed me. He never told me and he didn’t even ask me. He didn’t even come after me when I walked out the door. Maybe I should’ve moved on. He wasn’t worth it. “Hah” i said to myself. How could Harry not be worth it? Harry was all I ever wanted. All I ever needed was lying in him but I wasn’t what he needed. He had left another woman pregnant.

I started the car and drove to a hotel room because I really had nowhere else to stay.

I went in the lobby and finished all those shit stuff to get my room and then went up there. I slammed the door behind my back and I started sobbing as I slid down the door. I pulled my knees to my chest, my arms around. I couldn’t stop crying. I mean, one moment you’re on top of the world and then everything goes downhill.

I went to the bath room and I looked in the mirror. I tried to smile behind all of these tears. I just wanted to remember. I couldn’t take it anymore and I just fucking smashed the mirror as hard as I could, and it shattered to the floor.

I picked up a piece and I dragged it numerous times, horizontally across both of my arms. I had to find a relief. I had to let my monsters out. I cut my skin but that wasn’t important. What mattered was that I cut my own soul and I tore down my spirit. Flesh by flesh, fiber by fiber.

But no matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, I couldn’t forget Harry.

I couldn’t forget him or what he did.

-Harry’s  P.O.V-

~3 months later~

I told all of the boys what had happened and they clearly said it was my fault and that Louis had a right to be sad.

Victoria kept calling me, telling me that she needed me but all I did was call Louis; and tell him that I needed him.

All I did was text Louis and call him. I wasn’t worried. I knew he was okay. Zayn visited him every day and he told me everything.

Louis was sad and mad. He was angry but most at himself because he couldn’t see what a fool he was and he couldn’t see that I didn’t love him. But I loved him. I loved him so very much and I tried showing it but he just wouldn’t listen or look at me.

I called Louis. Three rings and then he answered.

“WHAT!?!?” he yelled

“I need you.” I said

“You need me but I don’t need you.” he said

“Ple-“

“Move on, Harry.”

“But how can I move on when your fingerprints are still on my heart and your voice still resonates down to my toes and your smile lives in my eyes and every time my mind wanders… it goes directly to you”

He said nothing else. I just heard him breathe from the other side of the phone and I could hear he started crying. He was trying to catch his breath.

“FUCK OFF!” he yelled.

Maybe he didn’t want to seem weak. Maybe he really wanted me to fuck off. But I wasn’t going to give up. How could I give up when he was the one I loved?

My suicidal thoughts came. I wanted to kill myself.

I couldn’t blame Louis though. It was my fault after all. He really had no choice. Maybe I would do the same thing; or worse.

I couldn’t imagine that. I couldn’t picture it. I couldn’t picture Louis having a baby with Eleanor and maybe Louis couldn’t picture me with Victoria and maybe that’s why he left me.