P.s i still love you

Ch. 9

Louis POV

I havent heard from the boys and its been 2 days. Usually we would have an interview. Not that i care.

Honestly i havent really been paying attention enough to know if they have tried to call. My phones dead. I dont care to charge it either.

Im not staying here. Im moving out. I cant bear the thought of Harry's room right across the hall, empty. So im leaving. I know what the note said and im sorry to go against it. But i need to. I cant do this.

I've already bought a flat in Cheshire. I know, it wont help with the fact that i miss Harry terribly bad. I just.. I want something to remind me of him. I need to feel his presence.

Im moving out today. Before any of my band mates get home. I dont have much to pack so im just going to load all my small stuff into my car and leave. The movers had already brought all the big things to my house yesterday.

As im finishing packing, at the moment, i see one last thing laying face down on the floor.

I pick it up and a tear rolls down my cheek. Its another picture of Harry and I, this time its the picture the day before we got in a fight. Or ... I yelled anyways. He cried. Didnt say much.

I put it in my car carefully. Then i leave. Easy as that. No one knows where im going, they dont need to. Im no longer wanting to be in the band.

I cant stand singing without Harry's perfect pitch singing along. It wont be the same. Nothing is.

Everything's happened so quickly. I never truly expected for it to end like this.

---

I just finished unpacking my stuff and my flat looks... Nice. I bet Harry would like it. If he was still here. I miss him.

Do i even have the right to say that? I mean.. It was all my fault. Everything is. It's why i stopped talking to him, so he wouldn't get hurt. I guess i took it too far. Now look what has happened.

I plug my phone in and lay down. I knew i wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. Or for a long time.