Choosing My Heart's Direction (1D FanFic)

Broken

Harry P.O.V.

It's been three weeks since Lex left. I'd had barely any contact with her. And trust me, I'd tried. Whenever I called, she always sounded distant. She'd text occasionally, but only answering whatever I asked. But from what I did gather, she had an apartment and a steady job as a waitress, so she was doing fine. Probably had already forgotten about me.

I stared down at the phone patiently. I'd texted her half an hour ago, but was yet to get a reply. Sure, she usually took a while, but that didn't mean I didn't wait eagerly.

The front door creaked open and I tore my gaze from the phone to see who it was.

Louis and Reagan stumbled in, practically already on top of me. I groaned inwardly. Reagan had been coming around the flat more and more, and frankly, the boys and I were sick of her. She was terrible. And she wasn't Lex.

Louis tore his lips off of Reagan's for half a second to notice my presence before shoving an angry looking Reagan away from him.

"H- Harry. Hey," he stuttered awkwardly. We weren't on very good terms. None of the boys were with Louis. Honestly, none of us boys were really getting along. The whole three weeks had been tense and full of fights. As far as I knew, I was the only boy still in contact with Lex. Which was fine with me, but that must be killing her.

"Hi," I replied shortly, not moving from my spot on the couch. Reagan shot me a glare which I instantly returned.

"Hey, Rea, maybe you should head home. I need to get my sleep, considering we're leaving for America tomorrow," Louis said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"But it's your last night, pookie! Can't I just stay here?" she pouted. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the phone sitting next to me. The other boys were already in bed, but I couldn't even think about sleeping. We were leaving for America tomorrow, and Lex was in America. Maybe not New York, our first stop, but I'd be so much closer to her than I was now.

"You know I wish you could, but I really need my sleep," Louis explained, looking at me and pleading with his eyes. He wanted me to get him out of this? That was new. I rolled my eyes at him and looked away. I wasn't helping him. No way.

"But baby! I'm gonna miss you soo much!" she whined. I had to literally restrain myself from punching her in the face.

"Sorry Reagan, I'll see you soon," he said, giving her a quick kiss and basically shoving her out the door before slamming it and turning to face me. "Thanks for having my back," he muttered, walking over and sitting on the other couch, facing me.

I shrugged, my attention still trained on the silent phone.

Louis scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "What happened to this band?" he muttered under his breath.

My head instantly snapped up. I'd been thinking that constantly for the past three weeks, but I was amazed Louis would. He'd been so engrossed in himself and Reagan, we'd only ever see him at interviews and signings and whenever they came back to the flat for the night, which was rare.

"You tell me," I replied angrily. Most of this was his fault. If he hadn't treated Lex like shit, she'd still be here and she never would have cheated on him. And everything would be normal.

Louis looked at me with shock. "You're honestly blaming me for this?"

"Who else is there to blame?"

"Um, Lex!?" he cried.

"Lou, you treated that girl like shit. You drove her to cheat on you."

His face fell. That was new. We'd had conversations similar to this one, but he would always just get defensive, never even looking remotely guilty.