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chapter 1

A/N hiya, im syd. this is based in america. because I live in america and basically dont want to struggle and be like what happens in the uk cause lol i dont live there. so please dont mind my weird writing. I REALLLLY hope i get better but just to let yall know that this is the first story i have ever written ever. so yeah, leave your comments below and i'd v appreciate some ideas. lol, have fun. :) also larry is reallllll.

       

Louis POV     

August 2014

It's been four years. Harry and I first met at a music festival. I forgot who I went to see perform but I remember exactly how Harry looked that day. His hair was tied in a perfect bun. He wore a white tank top with black skinny jeans and some maroon vans. He was breathtaking. I was 16 at the time and he was 17. He bumped into me and spilled his drink all over me.
"Oops." Harry said.
"Hi" was all I could pathetically mumble. "What's your name?" the beautiful boy asked me.
"Louis. And yours?" I replied.
"Harry. Nice to meet you, Louis." he said.
And we've been together since. Today is our four year anniversary. Harry isn't home after work again. He texted me around 4:00pm to tell me he is staying late at work again. But who stays late at work on their anniversary? I know he isn't at work. He hasn't been staying late at work, I know he has been messing around with other men. He's been doing this for three months now and I think I'm finally ready to leave him.

I've been slowly moving my stuff into my friend Zayn's apartment the past week. Harry hasn't been around enough to realize that the only thing left in this house is me. Of course I left my tooth brush and a few outfits to make it not look suspicious, but I just hate that this is the only way I'm thinking of on how to leave. It's 8:00pm. I hear a car pull up. It's Harry. He's spraying on cologne. He knows I know what he has been doing. No need to cover it up anymore. I don't care. Wait, I do care. That's why this hurts so much. The door unlocks as he walks in and smiles at me.

"Hiya, Lou."
He kisses my cheek. I stare at him as he closes the door and takes his shoes off. He takes his jacket off and places it on one of the coat hangers.
"How was your day, babe?"
he asks, this is the same routine every night since he started fücking around with other people. Say hi, pretend to care, eat supper, and then we go to sleep.
"It was okay, work was work. I'm happy to see you. I missed you." I say to him, hoping he would show me the least bit of care.

"Oh, well that's good you had a good day. What's for supper? It smells amazing."
He says smiling at me. Supper always smells amazing, doesn't it? I take his hand and he loosely holds mine back as I take him to the dining room where I cooked an amazing dinner for our anniversary.
"Why were you staying late? It's our anniversary." I asked.
"I'm so sorry babe. I was so behind at work, you would not believe all the shit that they have me doing!" he says, as he sits down in his spot at our two-person table.
"Why are you lying to me, Harry?" I burst at him.

"What do you mean?" He asks firmly. "I mean, why do you stay late at work every night?" I ask, trying to not let my voice break.
"I stay late every night so that I can keep my job, Louis. I don't see you busting your ass at work every night, staying late and making extra money. So get out of my face with this." He fires back at me. I pissed him off. He shouldn't even be this mad. I turn away from him and go to the sink and get a glass of water.
"Harry, where have you been? Why do I feel like you've been messing around?" I say calmly. It's silent for a moment, then I hear his chair scrape on the floor indicating that he is getting up.

I feel his arms wrap around my stomach and he kisses the top of my head and rests his head atop of it.
"Baby, I'm sorry. You have nothing to worry about." He starts to turn me around so I can face him. He grabs my chin and leans in to kiss me. I speak up before our lips meet.
"Please don't lie to me." I say sadly, my voice breaks at the end.
"Oh babe." He says, then he kisses me how he has always kissed me. Our lips move together and I forget that he has hurt me so much. I forget that he is never home in the evenings and that he always has the same excuse.  He fücking knows that I know. Why doesn't he just break up with me? Why am I not enough for the man that I love so deeply and unconditionally? He pulls away from the kiss and smiles at me.