Unexpected Love

Chapter Twenty Four

As I ran through the streets, I noticed how cold it was. It was November and I was only wearing a t-shirt, jeans and a denim jacket. My phone rang constantly from my pocket, but I refused to stop and look at it. I was so angry. How dare he do that in front of Niall, Liam and Zayn? How dare he kiss me with no warning? So many thoughts raced around my head as I raced through the dark streets. I didn't know where I was running but I knew I wanted it to be far away. Eventually, I ended up in the park, throwing myself onto the damp grass to give myself time to breathe. I reached for my phone, noticing the worrying texts from my friends. As I stared at the time, my phone rang again and this time I answered. "What?"

"What the hell was that about? Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?" Zayn fired questions at me before I had the chance to think about answering them. "Louis? Harry wouldn't tell us anything, he just looked deflated and left, mumbling something incoherent. He was almost crying, Louis." I listened, my anger suddenly turning to sadness.

"I messed up, Zayn," I cried, "I'm an idiot!"

"Lou, what's happened? You can talk to me, you know that."

"I can't. Not this. I need to figure some things out." I hung up, turning my phone off and heading back to the house. I needed to do this.

I walked in. The door was unlocked but downstairs was pitch black. I heard muffled sobs from upstairs and knew it had to be Harry. I crept upstairs as quietly as I could, entering my room and pulling a suitcase out of my wardrobe. I packed it with as many clothes and necessities as I could fit and dragged it out of my room. I was instantly met with the most beautiful, heartbroken eyes I had ever seen. "Wh... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"I have to go," I replied calmly, "I'm going to stay at a hotel or something."

"No, Louis, this is your house. I'll go," he offered.

"No! It's your house too, Harry. This is all my fault, I should leave." He nodded, looking down so that I couldn't see his face anymore.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as I walked by him, causing me to turn around and look at him one more time.

"I'm sorry too, Haz. See you soon, yeah?" He nodded again, and I quickly left the house, letting the tears flow as soon as I was out of view.

***

It was so hard without Harry but I knew it was for the best. It had been two weeks and we hadn't talked once. Zayn said he was struggling just as much as me, and it broke my heart to know I was hurting him. It's all I ever seemed to do. As I walked into the doctor's office, I took a deep breath. This is how it had to be.

"Ah, Mr Tomlinson, Dr Murphy will just be a few minutes, please take a seat," the receptionist said, hardly looking up from her computer screen. I sat down, getting nervous for today's session. He called me into his office, giving me the same warm smile that he always did.

"How are you feeling?"

"I had a fight with Harry. Well, it wasn't really a fight. He kissed my head and I freaked out and ran away. I left the house and I've been living in a hotel for two weeks. I don't know what to do."

"Sounds rather eventful. Why did you run?"

"I don't know. I was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"How I felt."

"And how did you feel?"

"I liked it. I didn't want to, but I did. I had missed the feeling of his lips and I craved it."

"Do you realise what you're saying, Louis?" I gulped; I didn't want to admit it. "Louis, the only way you're going to move past this is if you accept it to yourself."

"I can't say it," I cried, "I want to. I want to be able to scream it from the rooftops and tell everyone I care about, but I can't!"

"What is stopping you?" I stared at him. What is stopping me? I knew I liked Harry. I knew I liked it when he kissed me, and I knew I liked how being with him made me feel. Those six weeks with him were incredible. I wanted that. I wanted Harry Styles. I just had to figure out how to make that happen. The rest of the session was incredibly helpful. I may not have admitted anything out loud, but in my head, everything was becoming clear. On my way back to the hotel, I grabbed a notebook from the shop, and started writing what Doctor Murphy had suggested. I scribbled away, letting my thoughts pour onto the page. I finally felt that I had some clarity. 

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