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I look at the clock as the front door slams shut, waking me up. The bedroom door opens and I turn over to look at the curly haired man stumbling in. “Harry? What are you doing? It's-”
I squint my eyes to look at the red numbers. “Love, it's four in the morning. Where have you been?” I ask as I sit up against the headboard.
He hiccups before falling onto the end of the bed, leans over to take off his boots. “Harry?”
“Shut up Louis.”
I gasp quietly before actually looking at him. His eyes are red, like he's been crying, his curly hair looks a lot messier than normal and his normal smile is curved down into a frown. “Hazza what happened?”
He shakes his head, causing his curls to fall over his shoulders into his face. “Leave me alone Louis.”
He stands up and throws his boots into the closet. He pulls off his shirt, muscles rippling with the movement. “Fuck.” He mutters as he reaches into one of his drawers to grab a shirt. Throwing a few on the floor before looking at me. “Where's my dark shirt with the yellow flowers on it?” He asks before shaking his head. “Nevermind, I'll just wear something else.”
I pull the covers off and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. “Harry what's going on?”
He throws a few more shirts before grabbing a white button up and a pair of skinny jeans and walking into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking the door.
I stand up from the bed and walk out into the living room, where I'm surprised to see Liam sitting on the couch. “He had me bring him home, told me to wait a second.” He says sadly.
“Liam what's going on? Harry's never acted like this.” I say as I cringe, hearing a thud come from the bathroom.
Liam shakes his head before running his palms over his face. “We went out for a few drinks, everything was fine the first couple of drinks. But then he started shots. He started breaking down, losing it and crying in front of everyone. Saying how it hurts him Lou, this whole babygate thing. It's causing him so much pain.
Liam shakes his head slightly. “He doesn’t know what to do anymore. After awhile, he got it together, but he left to go the bathroom. But when he came back, his hair was a mess, his lips were swollen. A guy followed behind him with the same issue Lou.” He says as he stands to leave.
Tears start falling down my cheeks. “No…” I murmur as I back up and sit in the chair.
“Liam, I’m ready to go.” Harry says as he walks out of the bed. Clothed in fresh clothes and his hair’s fixed. He seems to have sobered up a little bit.
I look up at Harry, my eyes are watery. “Why?” Is all I ask.
That’s when the tears truly start falling. “Lou…”
I stand up, fists at my side. “Tell me what Liam said isn’t true.” I state, anger boiling inside of my stomach.
He holds his hands up. “Listen Lou…”
“Hazza. Please, just tell me the truth. That’s all I want.” I murmur softly.
“I can’t do this anymore Lou. First they have me with Kendall, then there’s you with Babygate. You out partying while your “baby momma” is pregnant with Freddie. You going out with Danielle, hanging out with Perrie. You buzzing about Freddie being born. I can’t handle this Lou...I thought maybe making out with someone would lower the pain a bit…”
I’m pissed by this point. “Well, did it?”
He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me with teary eyes. “Well, Harold? Did it? Did it fucking help you feel better?” I snap, on the verge of tears.
He shakes his head. “Baby, I’m so damn sorry-”
“Get out.”
“What?”
I look at the floor, sniffling back tears. “You heard me Harry. Get out.”
“Lou, please.”
“God fuck it Harold I said get out!” I say as I yank the ring that I’ve had on my hand for 5 years off and throw it at him. “And take your fucking ring with you!”
Harry starts crying as he walks to the door. “I never wanted this Lou. Neither did you.”
“We were supposed to be happy.”
“Fairy tales don’t come true Harry. I guess we proved that.” I say as Liam walks past me from the doorway and pulls Harry out of the flat with him.
I walk back into the living room, curling up on the couch with my phone. I open twitter, seeing all the things fans say.
Louis Tomlinson @Louis_Tomlinson 2m
I guess I went down with this ship…… #LarryStylinson. #NoLongerOfficial
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I hit tweet before breaking down and crying into the throw pillow that Harry picked out on our 3rd anniversary.