Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Fourty Four

important: (back after a year of finishing this fic) please keep an open mind about this entire situation. most people are angry at louis for sleeping with sam. he kept a secret from harry that upset him. louis is not a slut. i have come to realise some people are angry (almost aggressive) in the comments because louis didn't sleep with harry first. they weren't each other's firsts. but louis slept with one man, therefore he's not a slut or a whore or any type of ignorant word used commonly against people who enjoy sex. he didn't cheat on harry. they are not in a relationship and never discussed openly about being together or pursuing in a relationship in the future. while it seems pretty obvious to us as people watching (or reading) from the fourth wall, you have clearly seen after 43 chapters that louis and harry are pretty fucking oblivious to each other's feelings.

i know you're probably on harry's side and you have every right to be because it was a massive secret. also because louis has said some nasty things to harry that shouldn't have been said. but you need to keep open minded. it's not just about this fic. it's about life in general (i am literally giving you a life lesson i'm like a grumpy mum or something). the only thing i've seen that people are angry about is the fact that louis slept with someone else and it's not really how i wanted it played out, but i've complicated things for some reason. just keep faith, alright.

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pick up your fucking phone harry !!!!

Louis has called him 20 times and all of those 20 calls have been ignored by a very angry boy. Louis paces around the room with anxiety and keeps the top of his phone close to his mouth. He's been like this for the past hour, he thinks, still topless but with sweatpants on instead. Sam isn't in the room, Louis threw him out. He just needs to talk to Harry, tell him it isn't what he thinks... or something.

Fuck, Harry won't bloody understand, Louis knows that much already. Harry will assume, he'll just fight and accuse Louis of being a slut - which is hardly the case. Since when was a slut a guy who's slept with one guy? He isn't a slut. Harry is just jealous. Louis knows he's jealous. Louis can have a sex life without Harry. He doesn't need Harry.

But he needs Harry to fucking pick up the phone.

harry ! 

And another seen message is left ignored by Harry. Louis is impatient and storms around his room in circles again, calling Harry who immediately picks up but hangs up. Louis growls, swearing to his phone and close to stabbing his thumbs in his screen to shatter it. He's going to try again.

He succeeds, finally.

"Can you stop being so ignorant and just hear me out! Listen to me!" Louis shouts, but it's immediately rebutted with Harry's screams.

"What do I have to hear from you? I've heard enough. You and your shitty boyfriend can go elsewhere, I don't fucking need to hear your lies, Louis!"

"What boyfriend? What lies? Who even said all these things?" Louis hisses. "See, you're fucking assuming things that aren't even happening. You're telling yourself scenarios and you're making up lies to push me away, you prick!"

"Oh, so the moans and the names I heard were definitely just your laptop, and that man who was talking in the background conveniently said your name, Louis? Is that how it is?"

Louis groans. "Just because I'm sleeping with someone, doesn't mean the guy's my boyfriend!"

"I'm fucking over it, Louis. You used me last night. How fucking dare you—"

"I didn't use you!" Louis says angrily. "Harry, stop assuming things."

"You did use me. You called me and then all... that happened, and the next day you fuck a guy while the phone was still on. Jesus fucking Christ, Louis! What the fuck are you doing with your life! Are you always this much of a whore? Or does it just happen now?"