Hey guys... So it's been a while and I apologise. I never intended to take a break this long, but it happened. I started writing this earlier today and I realised just how much I missed it.. So im

back!!

Just a little warning, this is the chapter before the last for this book, but do not fret, I have a trick up my sleeve (not really a trick but maybe a sequel????)

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Louis awoke the next morning by the ringing of a phone. He opened his eyes and blinked multiple times, adjusting to the sun light shining through the slightly opened curtains. He could feel the tight grip of Harrys arms around his waist which caused him to smile softly. Dispite not wanting to, Louis wiggled his way out of the comfort of his boyfriends arms and sat up on the bed.

Looking over to his bedside table, he noticed that his phone was switched off. Confused, Louis looked over to Harrys side and relaxed a little when he saw that it was indeed Harrys phone which was ringing. Louis stood, walking around the bed and picked up the phone.

Louis scrunched his eyebrows and looked up to the top of the phone. Who on earth would be ringing at 6:37 in the morning?

Slightly annoyed, louis quickly made his way to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him before answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"I knew you'd answer eventually." It was a woman.

"Sorry? It's Louis- Harrys boyfriend, he's currently sleeping. Can I help you?"

"Ahh, Louis." He could hear the slight laugh that the girl let out.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"Not if Harry hasn't spoke about me. Which, I mean, I don't think he would." Another short laugh.

For some reason Louis' heart picked up its speed. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He stared forward, watching himself in the mirror.

"Honey, I'm his dirty little secret. I'm not something you go and talk to your boyfriend about."

"Wait what?"

"You heard me perfectly darling." There was a short pause where Louis' breath hitched. "Harry's great in bed, you got very lucky."

And he's found the reason. Louis' heart dropped. He pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up the phone as quick as he could. He looked down at the device and gripped it in both hands as hard as he could, not really knowing what he wanted to achieve by doing so.

It was when he took a large breath in that Louis realised he had stopped breathing. And it was when a tear hit the screen of Harrys phone when he realised he was indeed crying. He let out a sob, looking at himself one last time in the mirror before falling back against the wall and slowly sliding down it.

"No." He muttered. "No." He said a little louder, his anger and hurt coming out.

Squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could, Louis threw the phone forward, only hearing the way it smashed against the wall opposite. He let out a strangled scream, pulling his knees up, resting his elbows into them and gripping- pulling at his hair.

"Lou, is that you?" He heard a shuffle and the raspy morning voice of Harrys.

Louis' head shot up and so did his body, he reached for the door, locking it as fast as he could, not wanting Harry to get in.

"Baby? Are you in there?" There were two knocks.

Louis let out a small wet laugh. Thinking about how worried Harry seems, not knowing that Louis knew everything.

It clicked. The phone call the day before. And now Louis felt stupid. As well as betrayed, naive. Cheated.

"No." Louis whispered.

"Louis?" Harrys voice sounded confused.

"No." Louis shouted a little louder, not loud enough to wake up the whole house but loud enough for Harry to hear.

The door handle rattled and Louis took a step back, still crying. "Lou, baby you're really worrying me, open the door."

"No!" Louis cried, his voice cracking, sounding broken through the wooden door.

Harry nudged against the door again, trying to open he door without breaking it. "Lou." He said warningly.

"How could you do this to me." He heard the small voice and Harrys eyes widened. He head shot around and he eye went straight to where he had left his phone last night.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Yeah shit. That's exactly how I feel right now." He could hear the laugh Louis let out, he could hear the pain.

"Louis please open the door, let me explain. Please, I'll tell you everything. Just come out, please." Harry leant forward, resting his forehead against the white painted door.

"Tell me what? How much of an idiot I am for believing that you actually loved me? You slept with someone else Harry! There is nothing you can tell me that will make this situation any better." Louis sobbed, holding his hands to his chest, trying to hold himself together. "You lied to me."

Harrys head snapped to the direction of his bedroom door the moment he heard it shifting. Gemma stood in the door way with a confused look on her face.

"No." Harry whispered, looking back to the door, placing both hands on the door and shaking the wood. "I love you. I do. It was a mistake, I was drunk, you don't understand, please Lou."

"You're right." A click was heard and Harry backed off. Louis pulled the door open, tears still running and his cheeks red. "I don't understand. And I never will." Louis walked right past Harry, picking up his phone.

"Louis-"

"Don't." Louis stopped him, not paying attention to Gemma who was still stood by the door. "I really don't want to hear anything you have to say." He bent down and picked up his bag from the floor. "I have to go." He could feel his eyes fill with another round of tears and with blurry vision, Louis left the room, not saying another word.

Harry went to go after the broken boy but as soon as he got close to the door he was stopped by an arm. "I don't think you should Harry."

With scared eyes, Harry looked to his older sister. "I can't lose him Gem, I have to-"

"I'm sorry, but by the looks of it, he's already gone." She gave her brother a look which he could not read before she left, closing the door behind herself.

Harry let out a cry, hands flying up to his hair, tugging at it, he let out another cry of anger. Hatred towards no one but himself. He spun around, throwing his arms out and knocking everything off of his bedside table, the lamp falling and crashing to the ground. Glass and broken china scattered the floor and before he could notice, Harry took a step back, standing right in a sharp piece of the see through material. He fell backwards in pain, crying harder.

But he deserved it. And he doesn't deserve Louis.