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/ Twenty Nine/

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Harry_Styles: Louis

Harry_Styles: lOUIS

Harry_Styles: Louis?

Harry_Styles: LouisLouisLouisLouis

Harry_Styles: Louis?!?

Harry_Styles: :( ?

Louis_Tomlinson: literally fuck off .

Harry_Styles: we should talk...in person...just us.

Louis_Tomlinson: no

Harry_Styles: but we should. I'll be at woodsworth park until nightfall. Come. Please. If you don't. I'll understand. I just think...its best to do it in person.

Harry_Styles: if you don't come. I'll understand, and I'll leave you alone. For good.

Louis_Tomlinson: k

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Harry sat at the edge of the lake in the park, he was underneath a tree, the sun was setting and his bum felt numb from sitting in the same spot for hours.

He frowned, he honestly did think that Louis would show up. He looked around, making one last sweep of the still empty (all but him) park. He guesses this was really it. Louis wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

He decided to stay in that spot, it wasn't like he was in any rush to go anywhere. The sun was long set when he heard the grass rustle behind him, he looked around quickly and he couldn't help but smile.

Louis was looking at him with his big blue eyes, his lower lip still covered. He was in an oversized grey sweater that Harry instantly knew it belonged to Zayn. Louis looked nervous, "hi." Harry said.

"Hi Harry." Louis muttered.

"You came..." Harry said.

"Yeah. I- I wasn't going to." Louis stated. "But-I, I don't know." He confided.

"I get it. It's okay darling." Harry reached out towards him, Louis stepped back.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Louis exclaimed, "don't call me that. My name is Louis." And he sat down exactly three or so feet from Harry, he brought his knees to himself and looked out towards the lake.

"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled.

"Things got so out of hand." Louis couldn't help but laugh softly. Harry didn't say anything. "And to think! It was because of a stupid, pathetic crush. God. I'm so fucked up." Louis shook his head. "Okay. So? So I liked you since year 6, I mean how pathetic could I get. I mustered up the stupid courage to ask you out 2 years ago and you put me down, and even after that you kept putting me down, and I still didn't give up. I have to be the definition of desperate. I should have let it go, but no. I had to make a stupid fake account. I just had to be in love with-" Louis froze. "W-with. W-with trying to play you." But the damage was done.

Harry looked at him in shock. "With me? You're in love with me?"

Louis shook his head. "No. No I'm not."

"Lou-"

"Dont!" Louis shrieked, he scrambled up. "All you've done is hurt me from day one Harry. That's all you've ever done to me. And I'm over it. Yeah, I know I made you believe I was someone else- but you- you wanted that someone else, why couldn't you ever want me? Why wasn't I ever good enough? What was so bad about me- what was so bad about me pretending to be someone else for a little bit for you to still want to hurt me and play me when you found out? What did I ever do to you."

"I'm sorry!" Harry said as he too got up. "You're right things got out of hand. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have played you but I was so angry with you lying to me-"

"I tried to be subtle about who I was. Will- my middle name is William you imbecile. You couldn't put two and two, you're thirsty and that's all you'll ever be. And I'm sorry I couldn't see who you really are before but now I do . I do see who you are inside and out and I don't want any of it." Louis frowned. "I'm sorry for lying about who I was. I'm sorry for trying to be someone who I wasn't just so that you could like me."

"Louis...can we just forget this happened?" Harry asked.

"No. It did happen. You did hate me for 2 years. You did mess with my feelings and my emotions knowing fully well how I felt about you Harry. This isn't something I can just forget. So I'm sorry okay? God- I never should have messaged you on Twitter."

Harry took a deep breath. "I admit, it was all about getting you back but I realize now how much of a mistake that was. Louis, babe, just give me one more chance and I know we can work this out."

"You think you saying a sentence or two is going to change shit?" Louis yelled. "It won't Harry! I'm leaving. Goodbye."

"I'm not giving up." Harry shouted after him. Louis turned towards him one last, he looked like he was about to say something but instead he only shook his head. "I mean it Louis. I am sorry and I will show you."

"No- Harry. Please. Stop." Louis said.

"I'm not going to stop. I fucked up but you're honestly one of the greatest things to happen in my life and I'll forever be sorry Louis." Harry stated.

"GoodBye Harry." Louis whispered sadly.

Harry ran towards him, he tackled Louis to the ground. Louis grunted and squirmed underneath him. Harry grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. "Don't say goodbye. Say anything else, except goodbye."

"You're not good for me." Louis whispered.

"No- I reckon I'll never be good enough for you either, because you deserve the moon and stars, but you're left with me- and im terribly sorry about that." Harry replied lowly.

"Harry-"

"Louis." Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek. He heard Louis' sharp intake of breath.

"I can't."

"I'll show you."

"It won't matter."

"I'll change."

"You're lying."

"No. I'm not."

And then Harry kissed him, gently, like a feather like touch to the skin. And Louis couldn't help but cry because he'll always be the same fool for Harry.