Over Again

The Aftermath.

Liam shifted so that he was sat leaning closer to me. "What happened? You're crying during the concert last night and then Louis comes into my room asking if he can bunk in there for the night, have you had a fight?"

I shook my head as tears dribbled down my face and splashed onto my hands that I was looking down at. "No...we...er...we broke up." Saying the words out loud actually made my heart break into even more pieces, and I didn't know that was possible.

Liam took a sharp intake of breath and sat back against his chair. I couldn't take it any longer and my face scrunched up and I let out strangled sobs. "Why....What happened?" Liam's voice was gentle and I could hear just from his voice that he was frowning.

"I....I...don't want....to talk....about it." The words took ages to wheeze out and I stood up from the table, wiping my face with my arm as I headed back to my room.

The corridors seemed longer than before as I tried to navigate my way back. When I finally reached the right hotel door I couldn't get the key card to work and I rested my arm against the door with my head on it, crying. I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched before realising it was Liam. He took the card from me and guided me into the room, closing the door behind himself.

He led me to the bed and sat me down, but stayed hovering over me, the tears not stopping. I covered my face with my hands so he couldn't see me. I heard him mumbling into his phone and then a soft tapping at the door that joined our hotel rooms.

"Zayn, can you start packing his things please?"

The bed dipped down as someone sat next to me. "Everything's gunna be alright Haz." I felt Liam's strong arm wrap around my shoulders as he pulled me into him and I sat crying into his chest.

There was some shuffling happening in the room, and I guess Zayn was packing my stuff because when there were no more tears left to cry I sat up and my suitcase was perched against the wall and the room was cleared.

I looked over to Liam, whose shirt was soaking wet and see through. It made me giggle a bit. He smiled a small smile and stood up, taking his shirt off and going into the next room. When he returned he had a different shirt on and he sat himself on the bed again. "Try not to wet this one yeah mate?" I smiled weakly and nodded, wiping my face with my arm. He got up again and handed me some toilet paper from the bathroom.

"I'm sorry Harry, I really am. I thought you and Louis were it you know? Forever." I crinkled the tissue up and nodded.

"Me too."

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Paul held the door open for the tour bus and we all filed in. Louis disappeared with Niall straight away and I sat in the 'living room' scrolling through pictures of me and Louis on my phone. Liam followed me and sat next to me, while Zayn sat next to him.

"Are you going to tell us what happened?" Liam whispered.

I shook my head. "No."

My thumb kept scrolling until I landed on a picture of Louis, it was backstage at our very first concert.

"I'm so nervous" Liam paced around and Louis laughed, but went up to him and said something that none of us could hear. Liam smiled and nodded and came to sit next to the rest of us. Louis perched on the arm of the sofa next to me and linked his hand with mine. I knew he was nervous too, but he would never tell anyone.

I tapped my leg anxiously until Louis put his free hand on it gently and I stopped, looking up at him. He looked down at me and it was like a fireworks show in my chest. My heart was beating so loudly and I was sure that everyone in the room could hear it.

He ducked his head down so it was level with mine and whispered "I love you Harry." I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, whispering that I loved him too.

That's when I got my phone out and tried to take sneaky pictures of him. He caught me every time except once. It was the perfect picture. He was in deep thought and looking across the room with the most beautiful look on his face. His eyes were glistening with anticipation and the corners of his lips were slightly turned up. It was flawless.

I sighed and locked my phone, throwing it slightly so that it skidded along the table. Liam and Zayn were talking about something and both stopped to look at me. I tried to ignore it and began to stare out the window as trees and buildings whizzed past.

I was so lost in thought I almost didn't notice Niall come into the small 'room' and ask Liam to follow him. My eyebrows scrunched together as I watched Niall worriedly glance over to me before leading Liam away.

Zayn shifted closer to me. "If you want to talk Harry, we're all here for you."

"Mhmm, thanks." I tried to smile at him but I just couldn't do it.

Both our attentions was brought to the other room where we could hear crashing and thud after thud. Zayn got up and told me to stay where I was. I could hear several voices shouting, but not what they were saying.

One of the voices was Louis.

I wanted to stay where I was and not get involved, but what if Louis was hurt or something? Sighing I shuffled round the table so that I could get up and I jogged a little to reach the bedroom part of the bus.

The commotion had died down, but when I walked in Louis was sat in a ball, his head resting on his knees and everyone was gathered around him. Niall was crouching over him while the others stood around in a semicircle.

I almost didn't notice the mess around the room. All my stuff was scattered everywhere and my suitcase was sitting with the lid hanging off up against the bus wall. No-one had noticed me yet but I gasped and everyone turned around and Louis's head shot up. Zayn walked over to me and placed his arm firmly on my shoulder, spinning me round and walking me away.

But Louis' expression stayed etched into my brain. The sad run down look on his face and the puffy red eyes made my heart ache more.

Zayn sat me down and insisted on chatting to me about things that didn't matter while I stared out the window, once again watching as the scenery whiz past. But then everything started to slow down until eventually the trees were still and we weren't moving.

"What's going on?" I looked back over to Zayn and he was chewing his lip. "Zayn...What. Is. Going. On?"

"Louis doesn't want to share the bus with us anymore so they've hired a car that Preston will drive him to the venues in and he's getting his own hotel until we leave on Saturday."

"You're joking right?" My voice cracked and a single tear ran down my cheek as I looked back out the window and saw a black car, with Louis climbing into it.

He couldn't even stand to be around me.