Locker 17

Chapter 125

"You can do this Harry," I whisper to myself, putting the box in my pocket. I'm putting everything out on the table, everything, if Louis allows me to.

Not a minute more goes by before I'm driving around the corner, Louis immediately comes into sight. He's standing on his driveway, the look on his face isn't what I was hoping for. The frown on his face, the way his eyebrows are knitted together, the way he quickly looks away once I pull up to his driveway. They're all gestures that I know that aren't good, they never are.

Taking in a deep breath, I step out of the car, both hands tucked inside the pocket of my jeans, along with the small box. The tension, the way the air suddenly turns thick, isn't a good sign.

"Hey." I say, calmly as I approach him.

"Why did you come?" he asks. His voice, cold, no emotion behind his question.

Right now, by the sound of his voice, I don't even know if I should actually tell him why I'm here. Things are already not going how I wanted them too, I don't want to turn this into more of a disaster than it already seems like it'll be. "I came to fight, to keep what we had going on. Maybe these past few weeks have been a bit rocky but we can make up for it. On Friday I shouldn't have-"

Louis cuts me off before I'm able to speak any further, "How can you fight for something that's already lost, Harry?" His words burn at my chest, like a sudden sting of some sort, a painful. It's almost as if the air is being knocked out of me.

I take a step forward towards Louis, my chest still burning. "You can't be serious Louis." I press, trying to grab his hand only to have him jerk his back. And I know what I'm feeling, is that same feeling I felt two months back. My vision starts becoming blurry, and my breathing begins to quicken.

"It's for the best, Harry. Things between us would've never worked out either way. I'm sorry." he replies, and as much as he's trying to hide it, I know he's hurting just as much as I am.

I can feel my bottom lip being to tremble, my eyes filling up with tears, and it's like my feet start to become weak beneath me."W-What about the lock? What about commitment?" I say, choking on my words, barely able to get them out.

Louis shakes his head, no, followed by a single tear drop rolling down his cheek. He's holding back, I know he is. I'm standing here with my cheeks wet with tears, hands trembling and all he's doing is trying to fight it from happening to him too.

My mind goes reeling for some sort of explanation, some kind of reason why he's doing this. Only one possible reason pops into my head, "Is it because of Dominic?" I hiss, knowing this is why.

"No!" he quickly answers. Denial?

"Then why are you wanting to end this so badly, you're not even willing to try to make this work? I love you, Louis." I breathe out.

"I love you too, Harry." he whispers, but he's not proving it. I'm even question if he means that, if he means those words. When you love a person, you're willing to fight for them, he's not willing to even try. I bet he's even forcing those words out of himself, out of pity. And if he really means them, why won't he do anything to stop what I'm feeling right now?

The aching in my chest is unbearable."If you love me, why won't you at least try to make this work?" I say, in between quite, soft, sobs.

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

Hurt me? He can never hurt me as much as he's hurting me right now. Louis knows my weakness, and he's using that against me right now.

I take a step closer, bringing my hand up to his face, rubbing my thumb along his cheekbone.