Strawberry lemonade.

Chapter one.

Louis woke up at three am with some messages from a friend from uni. He widened his eyes and sat up quickly, texting them back, giving them comfort in a difficult situation. Louis felt himself tense as his wife woke up, he bit his lip, praying to himself she wouldn't say something snarky. Louis flinched as she grabbed his phone and sighed. "Who the fuck is this?" Eleanor asked.

"It's-"  Louis started but was cut off by Eleanor "So you're talking to people at three am now? Of course." She snapped. Louis let out a quiet sigh as Eleanor threw his phone.

Louis always felt small around her for some reason. He always saw himself as a dominant man but whenever she had her outbursts, he felt lost and scared.  He couldn't talk to anyone without his wife thinking he was cheating on her. Once the girl fell asleep, he called the boy, checking in on him, making sure he was okay, when he knew he was, he turned off his phone and tried to sleep. Louis felt tears streaming down his face, clinging to a pillow, soon as he knew it, he drifted off to sleep. Not knowing what tomorrow would bring.

The brown-haired lad opened his eyes and rubbed them. He turned over to see his wife and smiled at her sleeping softly. She was kind sometimes and gentle. But, most times Louis got scared of her. He quickly got up, making her some coffee. Once he finished he slowly walked up the steps, smiling to himself this will be a good day he thought. Or at least he hoped. Louis sat down her coffee, gently waking her up, kisses her head in a lovingly way. "Good morning beautiful," Louis said softly, stroking her cheek. "Hi handsome," Eleanor said in her morning voice.

They both laid in bed cuddling for what it felt like hours. Louis got a notification and Eleanor quickly grabbed his phone, sitting up. "Wasn't he supposed to be killing himself?" She spat out at Louis, causing him to widen his eyes. Louis snatched his phone backward, hopping out of the bed. He quickly jogged down the steps and left the house. Louis slammed the door and walked to his favorite park and sighed softly.

Louis was sitting on a bench on this chilly fall day, sighing sadly. Eleanor was spam calling him, every call Louis would get, he'd groan and close his eyes. He let his mind wander, finding himself crying.  "Uh, hello! My name is Harry and I saw you and I was just making sure you are okay." The small lad said shyly. He eyed down the small gentle male and smiled fondly. "I am alright sweetheart," he hummed, "My name is Louis, it is lovely to meet you." He grinned.

Harry sat down next to the man, frowning as he saw some of his dried tears. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, with concern in his eyes. "Yeah, love. Just a rough day," he muttered.

Harry grabbed his journal, and wrote down his number, ripping it out. "Here, Louis," Harry handed over the paper, "this is my number," he said, not letting Louis reply, and got up, smirking cheekily. Harry skipped away, humming a song to himself.

Louis sat dumbfounded, but also scared. He put the number into his phone for safekeeping, thoroughly hiding it so his wife won't have another fit. The lad heard thunder rumbling and furrowed his brows together and quickly stood up. Harry's journal was left there, "Fucks sake, of course," he muttered to himself, grabbing the book and jogged home.

The lad opened his front door, getting ready to hear shit from his wife. He slowly walks into the room and sighs, seeing a broken frame. Louis wandered around finding the perfect hiding spot for Harry's journal. Soon enough, he found himself plopping himself onto his couch and let out a groan. Louis squeezed his eyes shut, hearing his wife's footsteps. "Where have you been, Louis?" she paused "did you cheat on me? would never doubt that." she spat out causing Louis to flinch and tear up slightly, "Why would I do that to you, El? I just went to the park." he said with a frown. "Give me your phone," Eleanor demanded, which earned her a stern no, as Louis walked upstairs to the guest room. He slammed the door shut, locking it. His eyes welled up with tears and pulled out his phone shakily, finding the number.

L: Is this Harry? xx.

H: Yes! Is this that lad named Louie that I met on the bench today?

L: It's Louis, and yes. You happened to leave your book on the bench, I figured you would want it back?

H: Ah, yes! I was looking for it! My bad on the name.

L: How about we meet up at the coffee shop sometime this week, and I will give you the book back?

H: That sounds like a date to me.

L: Haha, I am married!

H: Oh, that's too bad.L: Disappointed?

L: H?

L: Hello?

H: Sorry I am tired, tomorrow I am free, goodnight,

L: Goodnight H.

Louis sighed and clicked his phone off, as a few more tears fell down his cheeks. He turned to his side frowning. What did I do wrong? He thought to himself and slowly drifted off to sleep, with dried tears and a permanent frown.

Harry felt his heart sink and bit back tears. He crawled into bed completely nude and began to ever think severely. The emerald-eyed lad felt the familiar feeling of guilt and jealousy in his stomach. Why am I so sad over a boy I just met? I have a boyfriend, he thought and let out a deep sigh and turned over in his bed, clutching onto his bodypillow. He felt himself drift off to sleep as well.

The two lads went to sleep that night, not really knowing they had met someone that would be so major in their lives. This is the beginning of never-ending, spiraling, love story.

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Okay so that was ass, but it is only the first chapter and i completed it at 3:49 am. I hope you enjoyed..