Fighting For Love

Chapter 12

We are going back in time here to see Louis POV just saying so you don't get confused, plus there is a quick recap just incase you forgot where we were at.....

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Previously...............

Louis POV

"You have to go out with Eleanor again" I heard some random woman from our management team sigh down the phone. "Don't do it" Harrys deranged yells echoed in the background. "Don't you dare do it Louis!"

"If you don't come.. You will lose your job" the management woman said to me, obviously overhearing Harry, her voice cold. "But its your choice" I sighed in defeat.

"I swear to God Louis if you go..."Harry screamed like a madman.

I walked out the door. That was the third mistake. That's when everything got too much, I broke down crying. I knew I shouldn't really be driving in this state, but I couldn't risk losing my job, for the boys, for the fans, for my family.

I hopped in the car and started the engine......

The purr of the engine seemed to hypnotise me into a state of deep confusion. All of these feeling were welling up inside me. Feelings of hatred and anger. Feelings of love, of lust, of relief. Feelings of distrust, shame, weakness and insecurity. But mainly feelings of hurt, brokenness and loneliness. All of these feelings were mixed up in my head. I didn't know what to feel. It just felt wrong.

My phone vibrated on the seat next to me, revealing yet another message from management. It read---:

Hurry up! El's meeting you at Starbucks. Your job is on the line.

Great, just what I need right now, some kind words of encouragement from management.

I banged my head against the steering wheel in defeat. I couldn't do this. The moment I drive out of the driveway it was over. It was all over. I knew it, no turning back. This was the last straw for Harry and I, and it's taken me so long to finally realise this, but maybe our relationship wasn't meant to be. I needed to put myself first and keep on going, I have a job to do and a role to play. There are people relying on me to do the right thing, and that's what I needed to do.

I took a deep breathe. No more hurting, no more fighting, no more sleepless nights.

I decided to call Harry, I knew he wouldn't answer, but I had to tell him my final decision, whatever that was, before I turned back and changed my mind.

After hearing the dialler tone ring a few times I was sent to message bank, no surprise there.

I took a deep breathe and began saying the words that every person fears saying:

"Harry, I know you probably hate me right now

And I understand why

I've been a bad person, I've been ignoring you and not loving you like I should, and then there's that thing with Eleanor." I sighed at the thought before continuing "I want you to know, even if you never want to speak to me again, that I never loved Eleanor and I never will and that everything that I did and that I continue to do was, is and always will be for you. I love you to much to ruin your reputation and get you in trouble with the media because of my love for you. I don't want you to get hurt and I don't want to keep hurting you like I am. I know you can't continue like this and I don't want to continue putting this burden on you. I don't want this to end, I understand if right now you do, but I don't, but I know for your sake that we are going to have to do something. It hurts to say this, even to think of this.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry. I don't want to end this but all good things must end at some point. It's all up to you now and if you don't want me back that's okay.

Just remember that I love you Harry and I will always love you."

The three beeps signalling the end of the message sounded cutting me off.

The car was silent. I had so much more to say, yet absolutely nothing to say at all.

I pressed my foot down on the accelerator. There was nothing left for me to do anymore. It was now all in his hands. It was all his decision if he took me back or not.

I don't want to hurt him anymore, this was for the best. I breathed out a shaky breathe before driving out the driveway, taking one last glance at the place. This could be the last time I saw it. Harry probably wouldn't want me around anymore. He'd probably mail back my things and I'd have to live elsewhere. All the memories of the apartment played through my head. I smiled at some and laughed at others. A tear slowly ran down my cheek, these were some of the best memories I had ever had, but that's all they were now. Memories. I couldn't relive it all again, and I had nothing to go back too now.

The road stretched ahead of me, but I couldn't concentrate on it. Everything was so overwhelming. I remembered how Harry and I use to drive home on this road after late nights out, talking, laughing, sharing secrets with him that I had never told anyone else. I remembered the kisses, the love, the touch of his hand. It was so vivid, imprinted in my mind.

I drove around the corner, coming close the Starbucks store that was currently sealing my fate. I never thought Harry and I would end, especially like this. I was always so positive, never imagining a future without him. But I guess this was how it was meant to be, this was our destiny.

There were billions of paparazzi surrounding the streets. I knew they had had an anonymous tipoff, by management, saying that I'd be here. With Eleanor. I knew the moment they saw me it would be hectic. But that wasn't worrying me, Harry was. Everything just kept replaying in my head, all the laughing, the loving, then the leaving. As the cameras flashed around me I started to wonder, was it worth it. Was this worth it. I always thought the thing that was best for me was focusing on my job because that's what everyone wanted me to do. But maybe the best thing for me was to follow my heart, and currently my heart was taken by a tall, lanky, strange but oh so cute boy with innocent green eyes, unruly curls and a cheeky grin. Maybe what I was leaving behind was worth far more then what was ahead of me.

That's when I knew that I needed to turn around.

I then noticed a strange vibration coming from the passenger seat. My phone was ringing!

Harry.

It had to be Harry. He would have heard my message. What was he thinking now! Was he going to leave me. I took my hands off the steering wheel and reached for my phone which was buzzing around on the seat next to me. As if knowing my desperation the phone slipped off the seat and onto the ground, making things a hell of a lot harder for me. Shit! I yelled before diving for the phone, even though it was incredibly dangerous and I was being chased by a pack of crazed paparazzi.

Then suddenly my whole body lurched forward, my head banging against the dash board. The point of collision startled me. I was foolish for taking my hands off the wheel and diving for my phone, and now I was in grave trouble for it. Pain surged through my body. Black dots started blurring my vision and the camera lights began to dance around me. I searched blindly for my phone, my need to talk to Harry overpowering the fact that I was losing consciousness.

Then the phone stopped vibrating.

And I fell into darkness.