{Louis}

I don't know how long we stayed there, all I know it was way after nightfall until I finally poked Harry's cheek, and whispered I needed to go back to the dorm. "Come back to my place?" he asked, not getting up, his lips inches from my cheek.

"I would...but I really do have loads of homework...besides finals are this week and..."

"and you can't mess up your perfect little grades." he scoffed out loud,

"So you do understand," I told him. He sighed and began to stand up, helping me up as well.

I blushed a dark red, though I know it wasn't noticeable in the darkness, we had put our clothes on hours ago, but the thought of what we did...here..outside basically free to the world or anyone if they had walked across this isolated place, was enough to make me blush even darker.

"You're blushing." Harry said after a moment.

"How do you know." I asked.

"You're warmer." he said, and with that he cupped my cheek, his fingers brushing over my lips, I blushed even harder and he laughed. "see" he whispered, kissing my lips before getting up and walking to the right, where he had left the black motorcycle.

I followed behind and he turned around. He reached out his hand and took mine, "You sure you want to go back?" he asked

"No...but we can't stay here all night." I replied.

"If you want to we can." He whispered, leaning down and kissing me.

"I wish, now come on okay?" I told him, he sighed and we continued walking, I, more awkwardly, which didn't go unnoticed by him, he chuckled lightly and pulled me closer to him.

Was it possible to love him this much?

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"Let's go back to mine." Harry told Louis, as they were pulling up to the front of his dorm building. Louis smiled, but shook his head as he got off.

"You know, if I'm going to pay thousands of dollars for this room, I should stay in it for a little while at least." Louis replied, Harry got off as well and frowned.

"Move in with me." harry said after a long moment.

"E-excuse me?" Louis asked, stopping in his tracks. Harry grabbed his hands. Leaning down against his shoulder, trailing his lips across Louis' jawline.

"Move in with me." he repeated more determined.

"Are you being serious?" Louis mumbled.

"Yes, come on, you're there all the time anyways, it's just a little bit farther away and...it'd be perfect Lou." Harry continued.

"I don't..." Louis said in amazement.

Was this really happening? Yeah it's been a little over three months but...Louis never imagined.

"It's okay, I have to deal with some things tonight, but tomorrow, tell me yeah?" Harry said,many he kissed Louis on the mouth, before letting go of his hands and giving him one more long look before he walked away. Louis walked up to his room in a slight daze, did Harry really?

He opened his door, and didn't notice the extra company that Niall still had over, until a worried voice broke through his thoughts. "Lou?" Niall said quietly. Louis shook his head, and looked at the two figures sitting on Niall's bed. Marcel was looking at Louis earnestly, a thoughtful look gracing his face.

"Yes, Niall?" Louis asked.

"There's something I need...I need to tell you." he muttered, and Louis looked at him, really looked at him. He noticed that he wasn't wearing black eyeliner, and that he looked tired, his arms hanging loosely by his side. He still hadn't lost that dangerous demeanor to him, but now he just looked like a fatigued bear. Louis instantly began to worry, though they haven't had a full conversation in weeks, they did share a room together and Louis liked to consider them at least friends.

"About?" Louis exclaimed.

"Harry." Niall finally said.

Louis' heart dropped, "No, not you too Niall!" he cried out. Shaking his head he turned to walk away.

"Hear me out! I should have done this earlier...I made a mistake and I'm sorry. But, please, hear me out, and if not me then Marcel. I asked him to come because I know you'd never believe me, but maybe him. I just, I can't go any longer with seeing him hurt you like this." Niall shouted, walking ahead and slamming the door shut.

"He isn't hurting me." Louis shouted back.

"Yes he is! I know he is, he doesn't give a fuck about you, all he gives a shit about is getting a good fuck and he's willing to lie through his teeth to get it. He's been lying to you this whole time." Niall shouted.

"Shut up! No he hasn't." Louis shouted, though towards the end his voice crumbled.

"Yes, he has Louis." a soft spoken voice interrupted. Louis looked at the voices owner. Marcel was looking directly at him.

"What do you know? Your father left him when he needed him, you don't know anything." Louis declared.

"Our father left-?" sounding completely taken aback by the information, Marcel stood up. "Our father has been nothing but kind to Harry, who do you think bought him the flat? Bought him the damn-excuse my language- motorcycle? The damn car? They sure as hell weren't bought from his own money."

"N-no." Louis whispered.

"I know my brother, and I thought he had been done with his petty little game a long time ago, yes, he has done this before, all throughout high school, and as I now see as well as his university years." he said, shaking his head, his green eyes softening.

Suddenly their was a loud knock at the door, followed by a "Lou" and Louis gasped. The door shook, but it didn't open.

"What did he tell you? One day you wanted nothing to do with him the next you looked at him like he was the sun. What did he lie to you about?" Niall asked, over the loud banging coming from the door. And Louis revealed everything. By the end, he had fresh tears in his eyes, Marcel was shaking his head and Niall looked disgusted.

"He lied Louis...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Marcel whispered. "I thought he had a better heart than this, but I guess I was wrong. He's smart, he was never in any trouble with people like that, I don't know who he got to help him pull that stunt off, but it was fake, it was all fake. I'll make sure he gives the money back."

"Did you send me the text messages?" Louis asked Niall. For the first time, Niall looked confused and he shook his head. Louis nodded though, he didn't really pay attention to Niall's response, his mind thinking back on everything, it wasn't until the next time that Niall spoke that Louis listened.

"I should have warned you...that first day, after we met here in this room about him, but he-Harry, didn't seem interested in you, it wasn't...it wasn't until the party, where after I let him crash here did he say he wanted to...he wanted to turn you into a part of the game. I'm sorry, Lou, I'm so sorry. I should have warned you beforehand, but I didn't. Zayn and Shane were part of it as well, Zayn was to try to get with Liam...and Shane had his own guy, and Harry had you, but Shane decided to try and get you, and well Harry didn't like that, and well they never were the greatest friends, so he helped get Shane caught, with the...well I forgot but yeah. I'm sorry, Louis, I really am." Niall, said his look of disgust intensifying with each slam against the door. "When your mum visited and I saw how you did what you did just to stay with Harry I realized that you cared about him so much, but I know he didn't care about you. I knew I had to end all of this, but he didn't let me, he wouldn't let me, and when I wanted to talk to you he was there, or you weren't ever here."

"It was all a lie? A lie?" Louis mumbled to himself.

And he

He gave himself to Harry

Every fucking second of every moment they spent together were lies? Were because of lies? He meant shit to Harry.

He meant shit to Harry.

And the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

Every I love you, every kiss, every touch, a lie.

The door slammed open and Niall jumped back, while Louis slowly raised his eyes to meet an angry looking Harry. Marcel was staring back at his brother who was glaring at him, before Harry's eyes looked down to meet Louis'.

"Lou...whatever-" Harry started saying.

"I just need to know why, why Harry?" he whispered, his voice and expression void of any emotion, as he stared at harry. A wave of emotions fluttered over Harry's face, anger, confusion, realization, and finally nothing.

"Why?" he sneered. "Why?" he repeated more incredulous. "Because Lou." he said coldly, "It was so fucking easy. You were so easy." he continued.

"Harry stop." Niall said.

"No, if the fucking princess wants to know I'll gladly tell him." Harry responded. "Of course I thought at first it was going to be slightly hard, but after a bit I realized you weren't any different than any other slut I've meaninglessly fucked. Your willingness to give it up to anyone with a dick, made it easier really. Sure I had to lie about a few things here and there but you were stupid enough to believe them. Little boy without much of a brain." he continued. "You think you ever meant anything to me? You didn't, of course you were a good fuck, that's why I kept you around, it may have taken a little longer but it was worth it in the end. What with you basically begging for more every-"

"Don't." Louis muttered.

Harry walked closer to him, and Niall was quickly to come to Louis' side.

"Don't what?" harry said mockingly. Louis raised a hand, to stop Niall who had raised his fist. Louis and Harry looked at each other, both of their faces emotionless. "You mean nothing-" his words were cut off by Louis slamming his hand against the side of his cheek the action taking Harry by surprise. Louis reached back and was ready to slam it again, but Harry's hand capturing his stopped him. Harry tilted his head to the side and smirked coldly. He leaned down, his mouth stopping near Louis' ear.

"You actually thought I cared? How pathetic." he whispered, before dropping Louis' hand and walking away, without so much as a backwards glance towards them.

Louis sank down to his knees and cried, he brought his hands to his eyes and simply cried.

He had screwed everything up for a guy...a guy who had lied.

"Lou.." Niall whispered, he touched Louis' shoulder, but Louis jerked away, and turned to stare at the window, wet tears falling down his cheeks. Niall pulled back and nodded, he motioned for Marcel to follow him, and quietly they made their way out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Marcel asked.

"He needs time to himself right now, I'll come back soon, right now, I think I need a few drinks." Niall muttered. "You?"

"I'm...going to have a few words with my dear brother." Marcel answered.

Niall nodded, they exchanged a few more words before they both departed. Niall heading out to a pub, and Marcel, heading out to find Harry's flat. Leaving a broken, tear-stained Louis alone. Niall was right, Louis did want to be alone, but it was a few hours later when Louis was staring up at the white ceiling that he realized he didn't want to be alone, he wanted to talk to someone, Niall wasn't back, and if Louis was being honest with himself he didn't want to talk to him. Liam? And then it hit him, Liam had been part of the game as well, did he know? Was he hurt like Louis?

Moments later he had dialled Liam's number and was waiting for him to pick up, finally he did. "Lou?" Liam asked, his voice drowsy with sleep.

"Liam? H-hi." Louis croaked out, his throat was dry, and he had a headache from crying. "D-did you know about a game Harry and Zayn had that had to do with us?" he continued.

It was a long while before Liam spoke, his voice now wide awake. "Why? What happened? Did Harry tell you about it? Look, I know it seems bad but if he-"

"What do you mean?" Louis asked.

"Zayn told me about it, right after they said they were going to make it into a game, but him and I were already together, and he said he didn't want to lie to me and have me think he was making us into a game, so he told me. Did Harry do the same with you?" Liam asked.

"Y-you knew?" Louis cried out. He hung up without another thought, and threw his phone against the wall. Liam knew, Liam had been a part of the game, but Zayn had cared about him enough to tell him from the start, Harry...Harry never cared. He thought back to every snide remark Zayn had made about them, and he realized why Harry had been so quick to shut him off.

Everyone had known but him.

Louis didn't want to be alone anymore, he feared if he was he'd do something dangerous. He blocked Liam, ending the vibrations on his phone, and decided to see if he could remember the number of someone who he hoped could help him out.

The phone rang, and finally someone picked up.

"Hello?" the soft voice on the other line said.

"It's Lou...can, can you come over p-please?" Louis said softly.

"Of course, I'll be there soon." the other person replied, the call ended and Louis was left alone once more. Why had things gone down? Why had he believed?

Half an hour later the door was being knocked on, and Louis stood up to answer it, he opened it slowly, seeing the other person behind it, filled him with a sense of relief. The door hadn't been fully opened before he wrapped his arms around the other tall blonde.

"H-he lied." Louis whispered against the fabric of Dylan's shirt.

"I'm here, I'm here..." Dylan answered back.

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A/n

Who missed me?

I missed you?

Who dislikes Harry?

Just wait okay...