Chapter 1:
Harry and Louis are over. Done. Completely over each other. All because of that moment. That moment in which time froze and so did Harry.
**Harry's POV**
I loved him. He was my world, my universe and more. And now, he's nothing to me and I'm nothing to him. How can two people who were in love turn into enemies just like that? He was the one person who I trusted with my everything but all he ever did for me was betray me. Throw me to the ground.
It all started after one drunken night in April. Louis was so drunk, he couldn't even remember his own name. I had happily stayed sober to look after my boy like a good boyfriend. I was pulling him outside to go wait for the taxi home. "Haz...I wanna stay and drink," he said whilst leaning heavily on my shoulder. I softly ran my fingers through his thin hair and told him it was time to go home now. He didn't agree with me and started to kick up a fuss. He was shouting and trying to pull me back through the bar's door. Soon enough, crowds were starting to from around us and encourage Louis to carry on with this outrageous behaviour.
5 minutes later, a taxi rolled up to us and I quickly pulled Louis into the taxi before entering myself and slamming the door shut. He was moaning and whining all the way back home saying that I ruin everything and he hates me. I shrugged off these comments as I knew these were just his drunken slurs. The taxi pulled up to our small apartment and I paid the taxi man and dragged both me and Louis up to our apartment.
I held Louis' hand with one hand and unlocked the door with my other. I slammed the door shut after I got us both safely in. "Want a drink babe?" I could hear Louis saying across the room. I ran to the kitchen to see him downing a bottle of beer with other full ones on the table, waiting for him. I grabbed the bottle out of his hand and poured it down the sink. I was quickly losing my patience with him. "Are you serious Lou? Come on, we're going to bed now," I informed him before picking him up and carrying him our room. He was screaming and lightly hitting my chest. I placed him on the bed and started taking off his t-shirt and pants because we both only like sleeping in our boxers. "Harry, what are you doing?! Get off me now!" Louis' voice soon brought me back to him. I looked up at him in confusion and he simply looked down at me in anger and fear. Why was he scared? Why was he angry? I was helping him by getting him ready for bed. However, what came next was the thing that shocked me the most. He pulled me up by my hair and slammed me into our bedroom door. "Don't ever touch me again. You're a gay man trying to rape a straight man. You disgust me, you queer. Don't you dare try to turn me gay. I'm not a freak like you," he shouted in my face and then spat at me to show he really hates me. The tears collected in my eyes but I couldn't show I was weak.
"Funny you say all that, Lou. We've been in a relationship for 3 years now, if I'm such a queer and freak then get out of my house," I calmly told him. I could see the anger rise even further in his eyes. He grabbed my chin forcefully and slapped me across the face, I stumbled backwards. This was not my boyfriend.
