Forbidden Love

I Guess It's Been a While...

HARRY'S POV

Once management told Louis and I that we couldn't be together, I didn't know what to do. It was like everything I have ever truly loved was taken from me in less than a second. It was almost as if they thought they could just ruin us like this and think it was okay because they were 'management'. That was actually the thing. The fact that they were the management meant everything. They could make whatever decisions they wanted.

But this. This was a little too far.

Louis seemed to be restless these days. He rarely smiles and he rarely seems to be genuinely happy. His smiles aren't those bright, beautiful smiles that often led him to laugh his usual laugh and occasionally laugh so hard he'd bury his head in my chest as he laughed. They were forced laughs and smiles and looked as if it hurt him.

And it broke my heart.

This had to be obvious to management. If they couldn't see that Louis wasn't happy, then they were total idiots, and even stupider than they were for separating us the way they did. Even Niall, Zayn, and Liam noticed that Louis seemed off and they'd ask me what was wrong. I'd have to tell them I didn't know. If I said anything else, it would ruin the decent relationship between us and Management, which drove me absolutely insane.

One day, during break, I decided to go home to see my mother and sister. Needless to say, they were happy that I visited. I decided that I was going to stay for a week or so. A little time away from the guys wasn't hurting anyone, right?

One afternoon while Gemma and my mum went out, there was a knock at the front door. I quickly answered the door, hoping that it was one of my old friends coming to say hi or something, but it wasn't.

It was Louis.

When he saw me, his face lit up and I got to see him truly smile. It warmed my heart being that it was the first time I saw him smile in a really, really long time. I swear, my heart skipped a beat or two.

"Louis...what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I just- I just wanted to spend some time with you. You know we haven't be able to do that lately.." he said with a small shrug.

"Yeah...I know. Come on in." I told him.

Louis stepped inside my house and his eyes scanned the living room carefully, and eventually, they drifted back to me. I smiled at him.

"Make yourself at home. You want anything, like water? Juice?" I asked. He shook his head and started to take off his jacket.

"No, I'm good for now, Hazza. Your company is enough." he said, giving me a small smile. My heart warmed.

Louis hasn't called me that for almost over three months and to be completely honest, I missed it. I was actually a little shocked he even called me that, too. After months of little to no communication, he still called me Hazza.

I sat down on one end of my couch and Louis sat on the other end. He was so close, but so far and it kinda annoyed me. I really wanted to get closer to him but didn't want to make this more awkward and tense than it already is.

"So....how have you been?" asked Louis, trying to break the silence.

I didn't want to lie and say I was fine. I mean, we weren't that close anymore, but he wasn't an idiot and he wasn't going to accept "I'm fine" as an answer.

"To be honest, not so great...I've missed you." I told him, deciding to just be honest. "These last few months have just been a bit of a struggle for me."

I wish I knew when to shut up, but the way he was looking at me made me nervous. I decided to just keep going, which probably wasn't smart.

"I mean, I am just a little lonely, you're my closest friend out of all of them in the band. For them to separate us was just insane, right? You agree that it's insane, right, I mean, taking away our closeness like that, who do they think they are?" I continued, laughing nervously at the end.

"Sure, Haz." he said, smiling. He scooted a bit closer and I felt my cheeks get hot. "I guess it is a little weird how they did this, yeah? I mean, you being with Taylor kinda takes a lot of time, though, don't you think?"

I swallowed hard. I really hated the topic of Taylor. I mean, she could've been worse, but I really didn't like her all that much. It wasn't like I planned on proposing or anything. I didn't LOVE her, I love Louis. Taylor and I pretty much were good friends with one big label, and it was stupid and ithonestly bothered me to the point where I got migraines thinking about it.

"Sure she does. Of course she does." I said, more to myself than to Louis. He raised an eyebrow and smiled again. I felt a knot in my throat.

"You don't seem too sure about that answer, Haz." he said. I just stared at him, not knowing how to respond to him. He seemed to catch onto this, because his eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard.

"I-I mean, you c-could be totally sure about this, who am I to judge, r-right?" he stuttered. I felt my cheeks get even hotter and I knew there was no hiding this blush that just kept on coming. I wanted to die. Almost literally.

"Yeah, I am, Tommo, don't judge me like that." I joked, playfully punching his arm. He laughed nervously and I tried to swallow, but I couldn't. "Hey, you sure you don't want water because, wow, I can really go for some water. You know what, I am going to get us both some nice, ice cold water. Just one second, okay?"

Louis nodded and smirked as I got up and went into the kitchen. Why did he have to still have such an effect on me?