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Harry was simply so close to drawing Louis up in his arms and just kiss his pout away. He was almost going to give in and forgive Louis. But, his conscience stepped in and he couldn't be any more thankful right at that moment. Harry simply wanted to forget the moment he lost Louis, forget the moment that he saw the pictures and felt his entire world collapse. He didn't even want to think about the reason Louis went and did that, he just knew that Louis did it and it wasn't a photoshopped picture but actually a picture of his boyfriend's lips on someone else's, and not on a girl's, which would explain the "management's role" in it but Louis was kissing a guy.
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Groaning due to lack of sleep, Louis simply rolled around the bed when he heard his phone vibrating on his bedside table.
"hulooo",Louis' voice came out all rough and husky.
"hi.." Louis' entire body freezed after hearing that voice because there was no way in hell that he would not recognize Harry's voice.
"h-hi", Louis didn't even trust his voice anymore at this point of time.
"i am gonna swing by your house today and pick up last of my clothes and stuff. I need them. When will you be available?", Harry's voice was nothing but automated with no feelings or emotions and Louis was so close to breaking down and bawl his eyes out because this was not the Harry that he knew, the one he fell in love with. His Harry would never be this cold with him.
"I m...uhh.. I am free the whole day.. Uhh.. Swing by anytime.",Louis could feel his voice breaking and he could even feel the wet patch around his eyes.
"fine" and even before Louis could say a simple 'goodbye' or even a 'see you', he could hear Harry's line going off on the other side.. Harry just hung up on him..
Dropping the phone on the bed, Louis just pressed his face harder on his pillow and scream and cried because he could withstand Harry hating him but not this Harry, the one who doesn't show any emotions or the one who is completely closed off and cold.
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After calming himself for a few more minutes, Louis simply went ahead and showered, not even bothering to see if the water was warm. He was just numb.
Sighing, he walked down to his kitchen to fix himself a cuppa and maybe some cereal for later. Just as he took the warm cup in his hands and plopped down on the couch, he heard the doorbell ringing. Harry was here.
"Hi", Louis stepped aside making room for Harry to step into the house.
Harry didn't even greet him back and just went inside and was awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room waiting for Louis' permission to walk up to the bedroom.
Louis wanted to scream and shake Harry and knock some sense into him because he didn't need any permission, it's his room as well. But then he remembered that it wasn't anymore, that it is not THEIR house anymore.
" Can I?", Harry asked gesturing towards the bedroom while Louis simply nodded his head in approval.
Walking up to the room, Louis could feel him losing his strength to hold it together because he was so sure that he would start crying.
When Louis stepped inside the room, he already found Harry opening the cupboard to stuff in all that he came to take back.
"Umn.. do you, uhh want some tea?",Louis asked after clearing his throat.
"No. Thanks", Harry was so closed off and cold, every single word of his like a new dagger twisting deeper into Louis' heart.
Louis simply bowed his head down and walked to the furthest corner of the room, by the window, carefully propping over to sit by it. He pulled his knees closer to his chest and rested his head over it, blinking his eyes only to feel a few teardrops slipping past his eyes and down his cheek. Louis carefully brushed aside the stray tears with his shirtsleeves while breathing heavily. He gently turned his head towards Harry only to find the oversized lavender sweater in Harry's hand that Louis hid in the back. He didn't even think twice before scampering off towards Harry and snatching it away from him.
"WHAT THE HELL?", Louis almost flinched after hearing Harry shout like that because his Harry didn't lose his temper, especially not over a simple sweater.
"Pl-Please don't take it.", Louis didn't even care that he was crying at this point. He just didn't want Harry to take away the sweater, the sole piece of clothing that made him feel closer to Harry, made him feel protected.
"And why would I not?", Harry was still so cold and Louis just wanted to hide and never come back.
Harry simply reached out to snatch it away from Louis and all Louis could do was just hold it even tighter. 'If only he held onto Harry this tight', he thought to himself.
Louis fell onto the floor with a thud and constantly kept rocking back and forth chanting a constant 'Please don't take it'. Harry didn't want to hear that constant pleading anymore.
" This is the last thing that I have of you", Louis' voice would not even have been heard but Harry definitely did hear.
" You lost me the day you decided I wasn't enough for you, Louis. And I am not talking about the stunts that management made you do."
Louis could hear the front door open and close with a heavy sound and that was finally when Louis registered the fact that Harry took the sweater with him.
"And I am not talking about the stunts that management made you do."