Summer Love

Chapter 12

Here's your update lovelies! Sorry it's a bit late. Love you x❤

-Victoria xo

Louis' POV

Having a broken heart was the worst pain I had ever gone through in my life. Every time I allowed myself a look at Harry across the canteen or as we walked past boats I would catch him already looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. It hurt so much knowing that he would never be mine and I would never be his. It hurt so fucking much. 

It was like giving him my heart and watching him squeeze his first around it watching it crack and shatter inside his palm knowing there was nothing I could do but sit and watch as a tear slipped from my eye and down my cheek because he would always have my heart and I would always allow him to break it. 

It was a constant pain in my chest that sometimes when I thought about it to hard, made it hard to breathe. And it was torturous watching him smile and laugh with his friends while I could barely muster a small laugh. 

It had only been four days since Harry had so blatantly broken my heart yet it felt like years, the days dragging by slower than ever now that life was a lot less interesting without Harry beside me. I tried to focus on the good times we had thankful that I could forever have those in my memories. I knew that eventually I would get over him but right now it was just hard. 

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Friday afternoon

I pulled into the drive and got out of the car glad that the week was finally over and I wouldn't have to face heartbreak until Monday. I had the party to look forward to and hopefully Harry wouldn't be there. But alas, all one could do was hope. 

I knew I only had a little bit of time to get ready for the party because the twins took their baths ridiculously early so they would be in bed by 7. Going inside, I dumped my bag and shoes by the door and called through to the kitchen to see if anyone was hope. After calling again and not getting a response I walked to the kitchen and found a note sitting on the counter from my mum. 'Hi Boo, I took Lottie,Fizz, and the twins to mini golf today. Should be home around 5:30. Might get take-away dinner on the way back. Love you x' 

Quickly glancing to the clock I saw that it was 4:50 and I had time for a quick snack and a shower before they got back. Sliding over the freezer I got out the strawberry sherbet mum had bought the other day at the grocery store the other day. As I ate the sherbet I scrolled through my Instagram and looked through my mates' posts. A pang of homesickness washed over me but I quickly shook it away knowing I had limited time to get ready. 

Quickly dumping the bowl in the sink I made my way upstairs and up to my room where I stripped leaving a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom where I was currently setting the water to the perfect temperature. One it was there I stepped and let the hot water wash away the invisible tears on my cheeks. Squirting soap into my hands, I began to lather it up creating bubbles. Rubbing the bubbles into my skin I washed away the dirt that had built up in my skin from long days at camp playing with campers. 

Rinsing the suds from my body I dragged a hand through my wet hair hopefully dislodging anything had been there. Turning of the water I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into my room. After patting myself dry and putting on some boxers I began to look for my outfit. After going through my clothes and throwing what I had deemed not wearable onto the floor, I had only two shirt and three pant options. Quickly deciding to nix the khakis (this wasn't anything formal) I was left a blue and white striped shirt, a plain red one, my favorite pair of jeans, and some red skinny jeans.