Harry: You don't have any family in London, so you go to Eleanor's flat. Louis is staying there for the night. When he sees you crying, he immediately asks you what's wrong, but Eleanor sees your now swelling cheek and knows exactly what must have happened. She sends Louis back to his flat to watch Harry and figure out what could have possibly been going through his head when he hurt you. She stays up with you for the next few hours, just talking it out and comforting you. You come to the conclusion that Harry was too drunk to think straight, but you would have to talk to him before you can make any decisions about your relationship. After one last cup of tea, you and Eleanor go to sleep. The next morning you're woken up by a light knock on the bedroom door. You hear Louis's voice saying, "(Y/N), Harry's here. He wants to talk to you." You get yourself out of bed. As you go to the door, you pass a mirror. You see the fat bruise that has formed on your cheek. You have to look away before you start crying again. When you open the door, Harry is standing there. When he sees the bruise, he can't hold it in. "Oh, (Y/N)," he says, immediately starting to cry. "I can't believe I did that to you. Babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't...I don't...I'm sorry." You can't stand to see him crying like that, but a part of you is glad that he's upset. He should be after what he did. All you say though is, "Did you talk to Louis?" "Yes, and he told me what happened. Can you believe that I was so drunk that I didn't even remember hitting you? I didn't believe him actually. I couldn't bring myself to think that there was even a possibility...but now..." He chokes back a sob. "I'm so sorry," he repeats. "I love you so much, (Y/N). I would never, ever do anything like to you. You know that. You know me. I was drunk and I--" "I don't care," you say, done with the drunk excuse. Too many things happened while Harry was drunk. And he always just expected you to get over it. "Being drunk isn't an excuse for what you did. How do I know that it won't happen again?" "It won't," Harry says firmly. "I never will lay a finger on you. You know that." "Okay, but what about drunk Harry?" "Then it's over. You can leave me. But I'm begging you for one more chance. I swear to you that I will never hurt you again." You look him up and down. This is your Haz, the emotional, sensitive, wonderful Haz. But he did hit you...and what kind of girl would you be if you let yourself go back to him? But you loved him. And he promised. "One chance. But you're on probation," you tell him. "Oh thank you, (Y/N)!" He throws his arms around you and holds you close. "I love so much. So so so much." "I know, Harry. I know."
Louis: You can't bring yourself to open the bathroom door again. You just sit on the floor, holding your aching face. You know there'll be a bruise by tomorrow. How could Louis have hit you? You knew he was angry with you, but you never thought he could be violent. It was Louis after all. A good hour goes by before Louis knocks on the bathroom door. "(Y/N)," he says softly. "Are you okay in there?" You laugh bitterly before responding, "Oh, I'm just fine. My boyfriend only just hit me." He jiggled the door knob. "Please let me in or come out of there." You don't answer and continue to sit there. Louis goes away eventually. You take a few more minutes to calm yourself down. You splash cold water on your face. That helps a little. Then you leave the bathroom to find Louis. He's in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of tea and his head in his hands. He looks like he's been crying a bit. You've never seen Louis cry before. When he sees you, his eyes water again. "Hey, babe," he croaks. You hate to see him like this. The whole affair thing really messed with him. You just want to hold him, for things to be the way they were before. But you're still shaking as you remember exactly how it felt when Louis hit you. You slowly go sit next to him. "How do you feel?" he asks quietly, avoiding your eyes. "I'm okay," you answer honestly. You do feel fine; you're just upset. "(Y/N), I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. You've got to know that I would never do that to you. I love you, babe. Why would I ever want to hurt you?" "I was wondering the same thing," you say with a shrug. "I didn't mean to," he says again. "It just really upset me to learn that you've been with another guy. I wasn't thinking straight. You've got to believe me." "I do believe you. And I'm sorry for springing the cheating thing on you, but I really thought you would understand. I thought that you'd realize it meant absolutely nothing. Don't you know that I love you and that you're only guy I want to be with?" "Yes, I know that," Louis says taking your hand. "And I only want to be with you. While you were in the bathroom, I called Harry for advice. And he told me that something that happened two years ago is nothing to be upset over. In the end you chose me and that's all that matters." He kisses you softly on your good cheek. "So are we going to be able to put this behind us?" he asks tentatively. You take a deep breath. "Do you swear you will never hit me again?" you ask. "Because if you do, Louis, I can't be with you." "No, I will never do it again," he says quickly. "I love you, (Y/N)." You get up from the table, ready to just go to sleep and move on with your life. "I love you too, Louis," you tell him, ruffling his hair a bit before going to the bedroom.