Harry's POV

One month. One month of insatiable misery. One month of not having Louis in my life. I wished that I could go back in time and just forgive him, but then again, no I don't want to do that. It's always me who fixes everything, Louis never tries to make things right.

Seeing him with Eleanor on his lap, his hands wrapped dangerously low on her waist, and their lips locked; it made my heart break. It has always been him, Louis has always been my heartbreaker, yet I can't seem to let him go. I can't even if I tried, for he is my one and only and I am sure of that.

I so desperately wanted to be wrapped up in his arms again because I was on the verge of going insane. It wasn't me being desperate or clingy, I was just hopelessly in love with him. I know he loves me, but maybe not as much as I do him.

Hours passed by and it finally came down to the worst part of the day, nighttime. It was when all memories of us together came crashing down on me, vividly. It was when nightmares of that day formed and lapsed into even worse versions of the actual one.

Today was a slight exception. Everything was worse, the ache in my heart was even more painful, my tears weren't stopping and I just felt like utter shit, despite the fact that an entire month has passed and I should be handling the situation way better than I am right now, but the word fortunate doesn't like me, so I was unfortunately wrecked.

I don't know why I did it, I don't even know if he's moved on or not, but I was now calling Louis. I just needed to hear his voice, I was hoping that that would pacify my heart.

"Hello? Harry?" Came his groggy but surprisingly worried voice. I woke him up. Well, it is 4 a.m.

It didn't help like I hoped it would, my sobs became louder and my heart was probably about to shut down so that it would take a break from the persistent pain that has overtaken it.

"Harry, baby?" What is he trying to do, kill me?

"L-Louis, p-please co-come." I stuttered out pathetically. A new round of sobs hit me hard and I dropped the phone before I could get a response from him.

I just hoped he would come, again I was the one starting what might be our road to an ultimate recovery.

Louis's POV

"L-Louis, p-please co-come." It was such a painful plea, the dull ache in my heart intensified.

I did this to Harry, it was my fault he sounded so miserable. I could still hear his sobs, he sounded so broken and I so desperately wanted to be his glue. I wanted to be his remedy, although I was the one who broke him.

I jumped out of bed, no longer sleepy, and I quickly grabbed my car keys. In mere minutes, I was speeding down the road towards Harry's home. The house that contained my sobbing Harry, all alone.

The reason to me not going there sooner was simply because I'm scared. I don't want to face him and see what I've done to him, but his voice, how devastated he sounded, made me snap back to reality. I had to take a stance, I had to fix him. I realized how much I love Harry after he left my office that day with that look on his face that scarred me for life, the look of betrayal and brokenness.

I never really showed Harry his worth. He deserved someone much better than me, yet, he still wanted me, he wanted us. He was the one who always fought for us, but I can see how much that's affecting him now.

I reached his house, used the spare key I still had on the lock, and I was flying towards his room.

I barged into the room and I wished that he hadn't looked up at me. His green irises were so light, it was like they were colorless, although the color red seemed to be enjoying it's new residence around his pupil. He looked like a mess, and his body was so frail, it seemed like he hadn't eaten properly for a while. Oh my poor Harry, I did this to him. I'm the sole reason to his heartbreaking state.

I quickly moved to his bed and picked up his feather-weight body and placed him on my lap.

"Louis!" His strained voice sounded in my ears. It made my tears resurface, and we were now a sobbing mess.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm so so sorry." It became some sort of a mantra, a soothing one at that.

Harry turned around and pressed his lips to my own, forming what I felt like was a bubble, some sense of protection around us that wouldn't be broken unless one of our hearts stopped beating.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~

I would like to apologize for the long wait. I had exams and I couldn't write anything at all. I'm now on my summer vacation and updates will be hopefully more frequent.

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