Hey beautiful people! I'm really sorry about not updating lately... I've been trying to decide how to continue the events after last chapter ... Speaking of which, was it too...awkward,for lack of a better word? idk that was my first published smut scene and I guess I was/am a little nervous that it wasn't good...
Okay, well thanks to all of you who regularly read my story ! you mean the world to me.
Chapter song -Right Now by One Direction.
Harry's POV:
My eyes take a minute to adjust to the light . A sharp pain juts its way into my skull. Hangover headache again. I'm in a hotel. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand . Shit! it's 9:43, I have to be back on the tour bus at 11. Someone sleeping next to me shuffles in the sheets. Looks like it's time for the classic one-night stand slip away. Before I go, might as well see if she is hot or whatever. I glance over before ripping the comforter off. Louis. Why the FUCK IS LOUIS IN MY BED!? We didn't .... We couldn't have ... I look under the sheets . We are both naked and covered in love bites.
Suddenly the hazy memories of the night before come flooding back into my head like a slide show scanning hastily through pictures . I don't know how to feel.
Louis is the most perfect person I've ever met. I denied being bisexual my whole life, but when I was with him it just seemed natural and beautiful , not something to hide . We had the perfect relationship and then ....
NO. I need to stop. I throw myself out of the bed and go to shower the night away. I accidentally rip the hole comforter off the bed.Louis stirs in the cold. I go to lay the blanket back onto his side when I see deep red marks that stand out against the pale pink of the love bites. Oh , I must've scratched him last night.. I guess it was rougher than I remember ... No. These lines are too precise to be claw marks. Oh, Louis. They're blade marks thick and deep . Centred almost perfectly is an "H" . No . I'm imaging this . He can't still have feelings for me, I'm terrible . I'm no good for him . I knew he hurt himself , but this ? I didn't know it was like this . I let out an all too loud whimper of horror as I begin to sob, and Louis opens his eyes.
Louis' POV:
I had the strangest and most realistic wet dream last night . Harry and I fucked . I think my subconscious is out to get me , teasing me with what is no longer mine .
I open my eyes. Harry is sitting on my bed , sobbing? I wipe my eyes again thinking I'm dreaming still. I open them again and Harry is standing over me . Bloody hell, it wasn't a dream.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing ?"he scolds me.
"I .. umm ,we ...."
" Get out "
" But , Harry, last night ..."
"What about it ? I was drunk and you were here . I made a mistake . It doesn't mean a fucking thing Louis." Tears start to gather in my eyes . It's not that I honestly believed it meant something or that we would magically be together like old times , but hearing it be explicitly told to me was too much to handle all at once .
" Why are you standing there dumbstruck? Put on some fucking clothes you filthy whore and get out !"
"I ... I don't have a room?"
"I'm sure you can figure it out! Now cut the shit and leave you're presence is disgusting !"
I throw on what I was wearing yesterday and leave the room . Once I'm down the hall I collapse on the floor and sob. I'm a filthy disgusting whore. I'm such a fucking idiot .
Harry's POV :
Shit. I've done it now. I can hear Louis sobbing down the hall. He's probably disturbing the whole floor . I lashed out at him. All of the confusion and anger at myself just built up and I took it out on him . I'm evil. I'm a fucking monster who can only destroy . I'm such a screw up . I crush anything that is good in my life and I bring it down to my level . I'm the disgusting one , not Louis. I just want to run out there and hold him and wipe away his tears, but if I do I'll only get attached and find some way to screw it up again, like last time. It's better off this way. I go over to the mini bar in the room and blindly grab something off the top shelf and throw it back straight from the bottle. The familiar burn washes down my throat. Louis' sobs grow louder and I wish I was right there to comfort him . I take another drink to drown it out and keep telling myself that it's better off this way. Louis is better off.
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Rip It All To Shreds (Something Great)
Fiksi Penggemar----- No, Louis. My angel, I broke your wings , but I can't repair them. I've wasted enough of your time already. We were so happy together. Louis you were the first person I loved. I still love you, and I know you still love me , but I refuse to be...
