Since 2010 Louis and Harry have been inseparable. They have been through everything together. At this point nothing seems to be stopping them from having a good life. They love each other so much. All of the boys are very accepting of them and have been since day one, they have been their biggest support system. Since 2011 the boys have lived together in a flat on the east side of London. Liam and Sophia have a house together about 10 miles away from Louis and Harry. Niall and Zayn live together as flat mates about 3 blocks from Harry and Louis. All of the boys are very close and stay in touch, they always have something planned for the weekend, whether it's a day trip to the beach or a house party.
In 2018 Louis moved out of his and Harry's flat and the two broke up. None of the boys really know what happened, but none of their friendships have been the same since.
*FLASHBACK*
Louis' P.O.V
I walked in the front door after a long shift at work and slipped my shoes off. Suddenly the smell of hard liquor hit me. I coughed and walked to the living room trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. Suddenly a very drunken Harry came in to view. He looked at me and scowled. I frowned knowing that I wasn't in for a good night. Harry stood up stumbling over to me, getting right up in my face.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"Harry please don't start this. You know I was at work. I had to pull a double because James got sick and had to go home."
"Yeah sure. You probably closed early and went over to his house to fuck him." I flinched at the thought of being with anybody other than Harry.
"Harry I would never do something like that to you. I love you."
"You're a liar. I don't see why anybody would want to fuck you anyway. You are a fat, ugly piece of shit." Tears welled up in my eyes and I went to speak but nothing came out. Harry laughed and walked over to the coffee table taking the last few drinks of liquid left in the bottle. After finishing it he slammed it on the ground breaking it into a hundred pieces. In the process a piece flew over toward me and cut my cheek open. I flinched and grabbed my cheek trying not to cry. Soon my hand was full of blood. Harry looked up at me and had a guilty look on his face that soon turned to anger.
"Don't be a fucking pussy. You're the reason this happened anyway. If you would have just come home on time instead of going to suck dirty dick we could be watching a movie right now." I breathed letting tears roll down my face and Harry yelled again.
"Get something to clean this shit up with before I push you in it." I quickly went to the kitchen and used a rag to wipe my hands and face off and then grabbed a broom heading back to the living room. Soon enough I cleaned up all the glass and went upstairs to take a shower. I shut the bedroom door and locked it sliding my back down it until I hit the floor. I hung my head in my hands and began to sob. I hate when Harry drinks, here lately he's been so mean. He has never accused me of cheating on him, he just always tells me how ugly and fat I am. It's becoming too hard to stay here, but I am so afraid of change. I have been with him since 2010, 8 whole years. We have so many good memories that over rule the bad, but the bad ones have been so bad the last 4 months that they are all I can think about. All of my happiness is gone, I feel like I'm dying on the inside. After about 10 minutes of sitting against the door I got up and slugged over to the shower. The only emotion I could feel was pain so I turned the heat up all the way letting it burn my skin. As I stood under the steaming water I thought about everything Harry and I have been through together and I couldn't help but smile. But soon my smile faded as I realized we aren't the same anymore. Everything was fine until Harry started drinking every night, he can't just casually drink he has to be completely shitfaced. I wish we could go back to the old days when we would make cute jokes and go on dates. I continued to let the water run, until it ran cold. After I got out of the shower, I put on a pair of boxers and one of Harry's shirts. They have always been too big for me but I love wearing them. I walked over and climbed into bed letting the covers drown me, once I was settled in I stared up at the ceiling. A couple hours went by and I heard a faint knock at the door. I cautiously got up and opened it. Harry looked as if he had been crying and he looked me in the eyes.
"I'm gonna be sick." I moved out of his way and he ran to the toilet. I followed him and gently rubbed his back while he threw up everything he drank. When he was done I handed him a towel and he cleaned his face off. He put the towel down and looked at me.
"I don't love you anymore." Harry's words were like a huge punch to the gut. My eyes immediately filled with tears and I couldn't breath.
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Me either." Suddenly my sadness turned to hatred and anger. I turned to Harry and blew up on him.
"You know, you remind me every single day that I'm not enough for you or anybody else, but I continue to love you. I have done nothing wrong to you Harry, I don't understand how you can just stop loving someone. And actually now that I think about it I have done one thing wrong, and that was choosing to love you through the pain you caused me." Harry scoffed and went downstairs. I pulled a couple of duffle bags out of the closet and packed them full of clothes while trying not to break down completely. Once my bags were packed, I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and headed downstairs bringing the bags with me. I took the bags to the door and slipped a hoodie on. Harry came into the livingroom from the kitchen and stared at me. I looked at him and spoke.
"I hope you find someone that loves you better than I do, goodbye Harry." I picked up my bags and walked out the door not looking back. I'm so scared because life is never going to be the same again.
