I haven't been on Wattpad lately for two reasons.

1. When active, and usually, I am reliable; I update every day, and it does get really hard sometimes so I took a break.

2. Likewise, I had exams (I'm in australia so we are finishing semester 2 at the moment) I have 1 exam left thank the lord

I hope you understand, I know I will have lost some of my readers by taking this break, but it is something I had to do :)

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Liam stared blanklessly into space as he listened to Louis' sobs from outside his little brother's door - which he refused to unlock.

He could hear his heartbreak - and it broke his own heart to hear sweet little Louis cry his eyes out.

"Lou. Boobear, please open up - you need a hug babe. You know I give the best hugs." Liam smiled softly when he heard Louis' sobs subside ever so slightly, as if he was considering Liam's offer. Within a few seconds, there was a small clicking sound, and the door softly creaked open.

Liam had never seen his baby brother so broken.

"Fuck," Liam breathed as he led Louis back to the bed, tucking him in before he too sat down and wrapped his arms around the brunette boy.

"What did that bastard do to you," Liam whispered into Louis' neck, angry on the inside, but for Louis' sake he only let empathy show.

"I love him so much, Liam!" Louis sobbed, rolling over so he could hide in his taller brothers strong chest - small hands scrunching Liam's shirt - which was quickly becoming a tear soaker.

All the seventeen-year-old could do was shut his eyes and pull Louis in tighter, whispering soft, comforting words.

"I know love... I know." Liam paused before gingerly asking, "what happened Loubear?"

The small boy shuddered at the memory, only shaking his head - as if he were not to say it, he would forget and go back to being the happy boy he usually was.

But Liam's comforting hand on his back and shoulders helped him to stutter out a small;

"N-note from Ha-har... i-n bedside table." With those few words, Liam was bending over, carefully opening the draw.

There were a few things inside, a few flowers - which made Liam smile, he took out a recently picked Daisy and pressed it softly into Louis' hair, the boy grinned slightly.

Liam decided it was better than nothing. But with that, he picked up the note, and read it... he could only interpret what had happened.

"He left! After we made love." Louis sobbed, filling Liam in. The latter frowned, he wanted to cry too, because fuck - he didn't have time to be angry with Harry when slowly he was watching Louis, this little angel's heart break into millions of pieces.

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Harry knew when he picked Darcy up the following day, and the first thing she asked was, "where is Lou-Lou Daddy" that he had fucked up.

But now, he sat staring at his still unmade bed, not touched since the night before - Louis' sweater in the corner and.... fuck the faint smell of the caramel haired boy's vanilla body wash had rubbed off against the sheets filling the room with what can only remind Harry of Louis.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Louis.

But so so young.

So naive.

So.... No longer a virgin.

Harry let out a small silent sob as he fell down the wall, knees pressed against his chest and he wept. He wept because he loved Louis, but his brain was telling him their love was wrong. He wept because he could only imagine Louis' pain. He wept because he was selfish.

His heart wanted Louis, but his brain yelled at him for it. A sixteen-year-old.... barely legal, Louis deserves someone his own age. Stupid brain, stupid heart.

And when Darcy came in, and hugged him, whispering that "it would be awright Daddy" he cried even harder as he hugged her to her chest.

Darcy was too smart for her age, she knew something wasn't right and what she said next broke Harry's, heart.

"Don't worry Daddy; you will find another boyfriend."

And that's when Harry realised. Not all mistakes are forgivable, Louis might not take him back.