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The band had just finished rehearing their new song, “Love you Goodbye” and Harry was a bit, weirded out by the lyrics.
He knew Louis wrote the song, and he wasn’t aware of him and Louis having any serious problems right now.
He was confused, to say the least.
“Lou..C-can we talk?” God, Harry’s stutter always gave him away. Damn that stupid stutter.
Louis spared him a quick glance before returning to packing up his guitar.
“Yeah, sure Haz. What’s up?”
Harry shifted from one foot to another, looking up at Louis through hooded lashes.
“Um, it’s just that um…t-the song..” Harry tried to regain his composure, not wanting to cry right now.
Louis gave him a questioning look, giving Harry his full attention.
“It’s just that.. Who is it about, Louis?” Harry finally asked, face as stern as he could make it at the moment.
“What song?”
“Love you Goodbye, Louis!” Harry tried exasperatedly, hands flailing around.
Louis sighed, bowing his head.
“I don’t know what you’re on about, love.”
Harry let out an exasperated groan, shoving his face in his hands.
“Don’t do that Lou! Stop doing that, you keep on doing that.”
“Doing what-“
“That! Acting like- like I’m crazy. Like I’m going bloody insane for wanting to know why my fucking boyfriend is writing break up songs!”
“Language, Harry.” Louis reprimanded.
“Asshole! Whatever!” Harry whisper yelled, plopping down onto the couch behind him, head in his hands.
“Watch your tone. I’d appreciate if you relaxed a bit before you started on again.” Louis said, annoyingly calm as he went back to packing up.
Harry let a single tear roll down his cheek.
“Would you please just sit by me? I-I’m tired of…just, please?” Harry tried weakly, attempting to wipe away his steady flowing tears.
Louis took a deep breath to try and compose himself before walking over to the younger boy, sitting gently beside him.
Harry looked at Louis with big, pleading eyes. Eyes that had gotten him whatever he wanted for as long as he could remember, but not today.
“I-I’m so confused Lou. I miss you. I miss you. Don’t you love me?”
Louis let in a shaky breath, his hands trembling ever so slightly.
“Oh, Haz..”
Harry gasped, shifting away from the older man.
Louis gave him a pained look.
“O-o-o-oh. Okay..” Harry nodded jerkily, he tried to get up and off the couch so he could go mellow in his own respectful point of self pity, but a hand on his thigh stopped him from going any further.
“No baby, I just…we can’t, anymore.” Louis tried, running soothingly over Harry’s thigh, hoping the boy could understand.
“Can’t what?”
“Darling, you’ve seen how it is. You’re unhappy. Management is unhappy-”
“Management?!”
“Hazza.” Louis scolded gently, touching the younger boys cheek.
“It’s time for me to let you go.”
“W-what? Lou, you can’t just decide that for me. What are you even? I don’t understand..” Harry’s lip was trembling, Louis heart was cracking.
This is for the best, he reminded himself.
“You’ll be okay, sweetheart.”
“Louis what? I don’t…we’ve always figured it out, no matter what management or anyone said. Why are you giving up now? On us? On me? What did I do?”
“You didn’t do anything, Haz. What do I always tell you, eh? I know what I’m on about, alright? Now I need to go. So you have a good night, sweet boy.” Louis said, beginning to get up, feeling the need for a smoke.
Harry’s eyes were bigger than Louis had ever seen them, and the boy seemed paralyzed in place.
“You’re really going to leave?” Harry asked, his dimples twitching into frown.
Louis walked out the door, made sure to shoot Liam and Niall a text that Harry would need a ride home from the studio tonight.
Louis lit a cigarette and prayed for better times.
He needed to speak to Zayn, Zayn wasn’t here.
He needed to speak to his mum, his mum wasn’t here.
He needed to speak to his Ha-
He really hoped he was doing the right thing.