Eighteen

At least it matches...

Songs for this chapter-

Cry me a river • Justin Timberlake

Once in a lifetime • One Direction

Harry parked in front of my house. We always spent more time at my house than his, probably because there were no parents at mine.

He looked at me, waiting for me to respond.

"We never actually completely broke up."

"What the fuck Aria?" He yelled, pounding his fists in the steering wheel, making it honk.

"Harry, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down! You're cheating on me!"

"Just let me explain, Harry. I promise it's not what you think."

"Don't fucking give me that. You cheated Aria. All this talk about you being mine? Forget it ever happened. Our relationship? Over."

I tried to talk, but I knew he wouldn't listen. I instead let the tears roll down my cheeks.

Tears started to drip down his cheeks too. He got out of his car and walked into his house. He left his car in the driveway, but I sure as hell wasn't about to chase after him.

Did I really cheat? It's not like I meant to.

I sat in his car, thinking about the things that had just happened, when a car parked next to Harry's. I looked over at the driver, to see the one face I really didn't want to see right now.

Louis.

He got out of his car and came over to the passenger window. He cupped his hands around his eyes and peered through the window at me.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked.

I gestured for him to back up so that I could get out of the car.

"Louis, me and you, are done."

"What? Where the hell did this come from?"

"Louis it's just- we're over," I said, starting to walk over to the front doors. He grabbed my forearm and spun me around, making me face him again.

"Who?" He asked.

"What?"

"Who are you leaving me for?" At this point he was crying too.

How do I make this many people cry in one day? I'm despicable. I'm a despicable human being.

"It's Harry isn't it," He implied. I didn't answer.

"Fuck!" He yelled, grabbing his hair and pulling it angrily.

"Do you- do you love him?"

I thought about his question. Did I love Harry? In the sense of him wanting happiness, yes. But in the sense of actually wanting to marry him, I didn't know.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

I thought about it. Did I really love him? Is it possible to fall out of love with someone? So instead of answering I just stood there looking like a complete mess.

"Did you ever love me?"

"Yes, Louis."

"What changed?"

"Harry."

He muttered different curse words under his breath before getting in his car and speeding off.

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"Aria, you have to get up at some point," Sam said.

"No," I simply replied.