Started with a Text (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Started with a Text (a Harry Styles fanfic)

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"Harry, why did you say I wasn't aloud back??" She eyes, grey as grey can be, they use to be brown but they change when she is mad or sad. "It....well..... Our relationship wasn't working for me and I was seeing other people while you were at home or getting food." My teary eyed, eyes look from the floor to her too teary eyes. "Why?? I told you I never wanted to be from you and you do this to me! Why??" "We weren't having a lot of you know.. Umm. We didn't fuck like we use to. I just didn't want to hurt you so I said management didn't want to see you with us." "You'll get what you want. Goodbye, Harry." She grabs her bag that she hung up just a few hours ago, and starts packing what she can fit in there and walks out. "Louis!? Can you get the rest of my stuff out of the room upstairs, please that would mean a lot" I hear her say.
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Harry could tell he was upset. He denied it, but Harry knew, Harry always knew. He wanted to comfort him, but couldn't take the chance of someone seeing and it putting their relationship through even more. "What's wrong?" Harry whispered, hoping no one would notice. He worried more as he saw the tears well up in Louis' eyes. He could count on one hand the amount of times he's seen louis cry before now. He's always so strong. "Please," Louis whimpered as a tear escaped. Harry was about to ask what he meant, but stopped himself, he knew. "Louis. You know I want to, so much, but I can't. We can't. They'll kill us, we'll loose our jobs. You always say-" "Please," Louis cut him off, touching his arm slightly. The older boy knew exactly what he was doing and how this simple gesture would affect the younger lad. "Please just kiss me."

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