okay idk why it all wasn't uploaded but I've fixed it

welcome to the second last chapter of dear harry , please let me know what you think xx

Louis sighed as he dried off any excess water from the shower with a towel and made his way into his bedroom. He had to admit that it felt good to feel clean, to feel human. Louis had been struggling so badly with the breakup with Harry that he had stopped doing the basic tasks that people would do every day to look after themselves.

Looking back at it all it kind of made him feel stupid, it made him look ridiculous but the truth was, he was overcome with the feeling of hurting Harry every single minute of the day. Harry wasn't just some guy that Louis met at a club and hooked up.

Harry had been a part of his life since he had been young, they had gone through such an intense life-changing situation together. Harry had been there for him when he had come out to his family and Louis was there for Harry when he did the same. They grew up as individuals and then came together as one. They were perfect.

But just like every cliché love stories, there were people who were jealous and sought out to destroy it. There were people who were against their love and tried their hardest to stop it from growing, from being public.

Modest had been the biggest barrier in their relationship. Management would always make sure that there was no room for error with interviews, they would screen the questions and be certain it wouldn't circle back to Larry Stylinson.

They would also bring in the beards who were some aspiring models or actresses that needed fame and would do anything to get it, even if it was to faux date a closeted man. It was continuously putting a strain on Louis and Harry.

They kept fighting over the stupidest things. The pair would argue over who didn't put the mug in the dishwasher or for Louis having to go on a date with Eleanor at some fancy place - when Harry wanted to do something nice for Louis, he couldn't take him to some restaurant, they would have to stay home in their shared apartment, trapped and hidden from the world.

This happened for six years. All the secrets, Louis drinking and smoking so that he could forget all the bullshit that was happening in their lives had finally caught up to them. They had run out of new things to argue over because life was becoming too repetitive. Louis and Harry had made the band feel tense and not enjoyable anymore with their constant bickering.

Zayn, Louis' best friend couldn't take the phone calls from Louis sobbing at three in the morning because they had an interview the next day where Louis would have to sit and pretend he was with some girl when he really just wanted to scream who he truly loved. Zayn left One Direction in hopes that it would scare management, but it did nothing. Instead, Modest banned the boys from contacting Zayn in public ever again. Practically shunning him. Management had even gone as far to stage an argument between Louis and Zayn.

Louis had lost the band that he loved and had also lost the love of his life in the process. It was the worst fucking thing in the world. He wished he had fought harder.

Louis frowned when he heard the sound of the kettle stop boiling and the clinking of what sounded like coffee mugs.

"Niall?" Louis called out as he made his way out into the living room. Niall must have already come back to the apartment, "You must be keen for this movie marathon-"

Louis stopped mid-sentence when he made eye contact with who was really in the kitchen. Green eyes that he had fallen in love with at the mere age of eighteen.

"Hi, Lou..."

Louis almost crumbled to his knees at the very sound of his voice. It was music to his fucking ears, velvety smooth and comforting to him.

"Harry... what are you doing here?" Louis wondered. it was taking all of his will-power to not just run and hold the taller boy and never let go, but he knew he couldn't. The last time that Louis had seen him was the night that Harry had packed his things and left.

"Niall told me how rough it's been for you, how you haven't been eating... Louis, you know that's not good for you," Harry informed, almost scolding.

"Losing you wasn't good for me, Harry," Louis said letting out a humourless laugh. It felt so surreal for Louis to be standing in front of Harry again, "Your hair... you cut it. I mean, I know you did but it's different seeing it in person than watching it on a screen."

Harry's hand moved up to run his fingers through his hair, the side of his lips almost twitching into a small smile.

"I had to for the movie," Harry explained.

"I saw it, you were great, Harry. I knew you could do it," Louis replied. Harry gave him a sad smile.

"There's another reason I'm here, Lou," Harry stated, "Niall showed me your letters."

Louis' eyes widened, "He did what?"

"Don't get mad at him, he was worried. I just had to see you," Harry told the smaller boy, "Is that really how you've been feeling?"

"Yeah, of course," Louis responded, "It's been really fucking hard. Not that you can relate or anything. With you being in movies and releasing music."

"Did you even listen to any of my songs? Two Ghosts or Sweet Creature, hell even Medicine?" Harry asked with raised eyebrows.

"They were about me?"

"Of course they were," Harry murmured, "We went through a lot together, we were together for years."

"And that's it?" Louis pressed further for more answers. His mind was going a million miles an hour. Louis felt like he was going to pass out. He still couldn't believe that Harry was standing right in front of him.

"Do you really need to hear me say it? Isn't my coming here enough?"  Harry inquired. Louis scoffed.

"I don't know, Harry. Maybe I need to hear you say it," Louis pressured. Harry shook his head at the smaller boy.

"If I remember correctly I was the one who walked out because it felt like no matter how hard I was fighting, you weren't fighting with me," Harry hissed. Louis took a step forward to reach for one of Harry's hands, Louis was touching the taller boy's skin, something that he had been dreaming about ever since Harry had left that night.

"Give me a chance, I know we can be stronger this time around," Louis begged brokenly, tears beginning to form at his eyes. Harry's facial expression softened before he sighed, moving a hand to caress Louis's cheek.

"If you want me, if you want to fight for us, meet me at BBC Radio 1 station tomorrow. I have an interview with Nick after ten. Be there if you are serious about us," Harry said, then closed his eyes and leaned forward to press a soft kiss onto Louis' forehead.

And after that, Harry gave Louis a sad smile before making his way out of the apartment, leaving Louis alone with possibly the biggest decision of his life.