Clouds |Larry Stylinson|

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Louis' POV

Five months.

It's had been five months since I told the love of my life to leave and never return. Those five months had been hell. I moved out of our shabby little apartment in Brooklyn and went to live with one of my best mates, Liam. I couldn't bear to remain in the same home after all that had happened. Liam was kind hearted and caring. He let me live with him and his girlfriend, Sophia. I knew that he would always try to be polite, but I could tell he was getting aggravated by my long stay. So I decided to make a change.

I woke up that dull, cold, winter morning on Liam's couch. I got up and opened the blinds of the living room. The view of Brooklyn lay before me. At that moment, I realized I had to leave. I was holding onto false hope by staying in Brooklyn. I needed to get out. I walked over to the coat closet and grabbed my duffel bag. I pilled it with the ten pieces of clothing I owned, a bag of bbq crisps, my laptop, and my journal. I changed out of my pajama pants and into black skinny jeans and my 'have a nice day' shirt. I threw my pajam pants into the duffel bag, put my cell phone in my back pocket, and put my coat on. I left Liam a note, thanking him, and explaining why I left. I took a good look of the apartment, and left.

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One year later

"Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Meryl, In swear to God if those files aren't in my hand by Friday you are fired." I snapped into the phone.

"Mr. Tomlinson, Eleanor is here to see you. Should I send her in?" Sydney, my assistant, informed me.

"No, I'll be out there in a minute." I put my paperwork into a stack and slammed it against the desk, making sure the edges were aligned. I sighed and put my papers at the top of my desk. I scooted my desk chair back and got up. I grabbed my coat and left my office.

"Baby, you look so tired? What's wrong?" Eleanor, my girlfriend, asked me, worry in her eyes.

I massaged my temple.

"Meryl is late with Williams' files, and I need to know if the trade is going to take place because we have a game coming up in two weeks. If Williams is on our team then he needs to know our strengths and our strategy." I go off about my team, The New York Partisans, and how we need to win the game that takes place on a fortnight.

"It's okay baby." Eleanor said, rubbing my shoulders. "Do you want me to help you forget about it?" she whispered, suggestively in my ear.

I shuddered. I didn't want anything of the sort. Not from her. Not from anyone. Anyone but him. But he was gone, and I had to accept that.

A year had passed since I had left Liam's apartment in Brooklyn. In that time I had done a lot. I managed to turn my life around. I had spent the first month homeless, sleeping on the streets of Manhattan. I had been yelled at, swatted at, and even been arrested because of trespassing. But after my month of doom, I began to slowly pick my life up. I found a roommate, well three roomates, in downtown Manhattan. Rent was a total of 2,800 dollars a month, but between the four of us, it was affordable. We had a two bedroom apartment, with one bathroom (we had a lot of hectic mornings due to that), a nice living room, and a spacious kitchen. I couldn't cook to save my life. When my roommates, Niall, Zayn, and Paul asked me to make them something, I responded with my go to response. I can't cook. The only meal I ever made was for a date. Chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, covered with Parma ham, with a side of homemade mash. It was a winner. It was Paul's duty to cook, and boy did he do a lot of it, seeing as Niall was a bottomless pit.