Meet Me in the Hallway // L.S.

Chapter 20

Harry Styles

I ran through the crowd, trying to catch up to him but he was already out of the house. I storm out of the house and run up to Louis, shouting his name just for the sake he'll stop. But he doesn't stop. I speed up and grab his arm tightly. He tries letting go off of my hold but fails because I was stronger than him.

He gave up and asks with a raspy voice, "Why are you doing this to me?!" "It is not what you think. Let me explain." I pleaded, my eyes becoming glossy. I could see the anger through his bloodshot eyes and he raised his voice, "I thought you loved me. But now I realise you were just using me. I fucking hate you Harry! Now let me go." "No I won't. I'm trying to explain you what happened but you're the one not giving the chance. Please, I beg you, don't leave me like this. I really love you from the bottom of my heart and that I'll never use you for someone else." I cried, pleading him for another chance.

He again started letting go off of me but again failed as I've my grip around his arm. I turned my head back and saw all the people from the party watching our fight. I don't care they were seeing this, especially Martha who now realised I never liked her that way.

"It was Martha who did this. I never did anything. I was the one who escaped from her and everyone misunderstood before I could explain what happened. I feel embarrass when you saw me like that, thinking that I cheated on you and used you. Please Lou, you gonna believe me. I never ever had the intention to be in such a situation." I cried on top of my lungs, feeling like nobody believes me. I turned around to see the shocked crowd and Liam, Niall and Zayn in front of them and Martha feeling ashamed for what I just said was true.

Louis gave me a dead stare, saying, "We should give each other some distance for a while. That does not mean I'm breaking up with you. It's just because I need things to be normal if we stop talking for a while. Maybe later we'll be able to meet each other. But now what I really wanted is time." My limbs felt numb, letting my hand slip off from the grip I was holding on him. I cannot believe what just happened.

As soon as my hand slips off, he walks away, leaving me frozen in my place. The boys run up to me asking if I'm alright and whether the thing was true. I stood there unconsciously, not thinking what to answer. I dropped on my knees, dipping down my face in my hands and cry, "I fucked up!" Niall tried to comfort me by saying, "It's gonna be alright... just give him some time." I nodded slowly and stood up, trying to walk back home.

I didn't shared another word or looked to the crowd before leaving. I keep walking, thinking that these words were hard to take. I really have a sensitive heart when someone tries to stay away from me. If I would've stayed home just because Louis had to, then nothing of that shit would've happen. I know pretty well that he's upset with me and that he'll never forgive me for that although he said he need some time to think about it. I had to stay away from him because I know he doesn't even wanna see my face. I need to respect his privacy, I'm ready to wait until he finally shows up one day. He did said he didn't mean to break up when he said that. So, I'll just wait.

I reached home and looked back at lamppost to see if Louis was standing there, but he wasn't. I walked in and my mom came and looked at me with her furrowed eyebrows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just the cold." I lied, trying to act as if I got cold. She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me towards the fireplace to warm me up. I did felt better but I couldn't help my tears streaming down my eyes. She left me near the fireplace and brought some warm food from the kitchen. I said with my glossy eyes, "I lost my appetite."

I walked out and entered my room, sitting in one corner and wiping the tears off my cheeks but it was useless. I tried not to think about it and give some time to Louis. He would probably be more upset if I randomly showed up near his window, trying to talk to him.

I stood up on my feet and dropped myself on the bed, trying not to overthink about it. I looked at my phone to see if he texted or called but it didn't happen. I pulled the blanket up my chest and closed my eyes, eventually falling asleep with the tears dried up on my face.
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