Till Death Do Us Part

IF I COULD FLY

Part 2 of chapter 5. This chapter is very short but i just wanted to post something. Its not the best but i promise its gonna get better!

WARNINGS: This chapter contains a bit of self harm so please don't read if you triggered by that.

Please read the notes at the end of the chapter :)

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Louis knew Harry was angry and he knew he was upset but he was still shocked upon seeing the Harry that was now in front of him. He was walking back and forth on the small roof, his hand cupping the back of his head. He was hyperventilating and the tears was uncontrollably falling down. He was mumbling words that were impossible to understand.

He looked beautiful. Even in this state Harry Styles could look beautiful. It made Louis impossibly more annoyed but he put the thought away.

He took a few steps towards Harry and tried to take a hold of one of his arms. Harry who has not yet noticed Louis, suddenly jumps back when he feels the light touch. His arms falls and they are left hanging on the side of his body. He takes a few steps backwards, still struggling to breath. They just stand there looking into each other's eyes. Although Louis can barely see Harry's eyes because of the thick tears.

It wasn't often Louis got to see Harry cry from pain. Harry was always the stronger one in the relationship. Their management had made sure Harry didn't portray as to sensitive because that's not what the fans want. In the begging Harry was much more sensitive and would actually cry quite often, but it didn't take long until that side of him faded away.

It was almost starting to rain and the last thing Louis wanted was for this to turn in to some stupid scene from one of Harry's romcoms. Seriously why does everything happen in the rain. But at the same time they do live in England so what is they're to expect.

"Haz" Louis took a step closer which only made Harry take one back in response. Harry was still breathing kind of heavy but it was now more collective and not as chaotic. "Haz what is it?, please talk to me"

Something is different in Harry's eyes. Those green eyes use to tell a story about a happy young boy with so many dreams. Those green eyes use to be the reason Louis got up in the morning when times were hard. But now. Now those eyes are barely even green anymore, their dark, almost scary. The story they tell is not a happy one Louis thinks to himself as the silence continues. One might say the silence is awkward or uncomfortable but it's not. This feels different, almost hopeful. Maybe Harry finally wants to open up.

Harry makes a sound as he breaks the intense eye contact. "What did you say" Louis tries very quiet.

"Why are" more silence but Louis waits. "Why are you here" Harry's voice isn't as hard and mean as it was down in the studio. He sounds very sad and the words are so quiet Louis shouldn't be able to hear them, but he does.

In that moment Louis had almost forgotten about the whole Kendall situation. When the thought pops back up in his head he takes a step back and then when he sees Harry's broken eyes he takes a step forward again.

"I could tell you were sad.......and I figured you'd come up here so...I... I just wanted to check up on you Harry" Louis took another step towards Harry.

This time Harry's voice is louder and his face is impossible to read. He's not angry, not sad, not happy he's just blank. Like a poem to hard to understand. The words almost falls of his lips, slow and painful. " I thought you didn't want anything to do with me". The words sounds taunting.