Falling Harry POV [larry fic]

Hurt

As I'm stumbling around the bar looking for him I finally find him pinned against the wall kissing another guy. A wave of anger goes through me and I'm done, I strut up to Louis and slap him. Shocked he looks at me bewildered and then realizes who just slapped him. I can see the realization of what he was doing and what was happening but before he can say anything I'm out the door calling my driver to pick me up. I know I can't go home because I don't want to see him right now. I instead tell my driver Ted to drop me off at the boys house because they have an extra bedroom anyway.

As I'm getting into the car I see Louis running out of the bar looking for me, I quickly get in and slam the door shut telling Ted to drive. Hes slightly confused but takes my order and starts driving. When I get to the boys house I stumble up to the front steps and open the door. Almost falling I get up the flight of stairs and go into their guest bedroom. Before I know it i'm in my boxers and under the sheets. I go to sleep immediately trying hard not to remember what happened.

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In the morning I wake up with the sunlight blaring through the blinds. I get up and close them and trudge back to bed. As I lay down I realize there's another figure laying in the bed with me. I sit up and stare at the tiny person in the bed and realize its Louis, curled up in a ball with his clothes still on laying at the edge of the bed. My eyes start to water but then I remind myself he did this. I lay back down trying to get as far away from Louis as I can.

As I fall asleep I feel an arm wrap around me, too tired to nudge him off I drift asleep. By the time I wake up it's 10am and Louis is still laying next to me. I roll over and elbow him in the side not really caring if it hurts or not. He jolts awake looking very confused but as his eyes meet mine he slowly puts the pieces together. He quickly jumps up from the bed and looks down as if he's ashamed. I stare at him waiting for an apology but he just starts sobbing.

I look at him with a cold look on my face, I get up and get dressed and walk out of the room. I got into my car and just started driving, I didn't really care where I was going. I just knew I didn't want to be there. I decide to go home and not be petty. 

When I get to the house I walk through the front door and trudge up the stairs and fall onto the couch. Soon enough I'm in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea with Louis' favorite tea. While making it tears are falling down my face and I feel so hopeless. I sit myself back down on the couch and just sit in silence not even trying to distract myself from the pain I feel.