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I had two versions of this chapter but decided to go with this one. Please let me know what you think. I hope you all enjoy.

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Harry groaned when he opened his eyes, not pleased with the bright light shine through the gap in between his curtains. He felt a weight on his chest and looked down to see that it was Louis snuggled up to him. Harry could practically feel himself watch the smaller boy in fond, he never wanted to relive a minute more than the moment Louis slowly opened his eyes and made eye contact with Harry.

This was something Harry could get used to. Something he wished he was given the chance to get used to. Waking up next to Louis was a fucking dream and he wanted to experience it every single day.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Louis informed. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"For what?" Harry questioned. He couldn't think of anything that the smaller boy had to be sorry for. Louis was perfect, in every aspect of the word.

"For kissing you." Louis answered sheepishly. Louis sat up, causing Harry to miss the warmth of him lying on his chest. The smaller boy looked so stressed and all Harry wanted to do was make him feel relaxed.

"I should have stopped you earlier, for that I'm sorry," Harry said, sitting up like Louis was. They both sat cross-legged. Louis sighed before shaking his head.

"I don't know what I was thinking," Louis admitted, "It's my fault. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Harry remained quiet for a moment, letting Louis' words sink in. He couldn't help but feel a bit dirty, like he was used in some kind of way. Harry hated feeling this way, he hated not ever knowing what to do with these feelings he had for Louis.

"Are you going to tell Tyler?"

"I have to," Louis nodded with a sigh.

"He's going to kill me," Harry pointed out. He knew for a fact that once the news was broken to Tyler that he would stop at nothing to make Harry's life a living hell.

"I won't let him or anything hurt you." Because I already know that I have done it myself.

"What are you going to say to him?" Harry wondered. He wanted to know how Louis felt about this kiss. Louis was always the first thing on his mind in every situation.

"I'll tell him that it didn't mean anything, that I take all responsibility," Louis told him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, the words spilling from the smaller boy's mouth making him feel sick, "I have to go but I'll call you after I speak with him."

Louis leaned over to press a kiss onto Harry's cheek, lingering for a moment before climbing out of the bed. Harry watched as Louis walked into his ensuite bathroom, finally feeling like he could properly breath. He couldn't believe what had happened in the past few weeks. Louis had been his ultimate crush for years, it was such a cliché but here he was, stressing over the fact that they had just kissed because Louis has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was a complete douchebag.

Louis came out of the bathroom, clothes that he had borrowed from Harry for the night neatly folded in his arms as he placed it onto Harry's desk. The smaller boy sent Harry a small smile.

"I had a really good time, Bambi," Louis stated before turning and making his way out of the bedroom. Harry groaned, falling back into the bed, the linger of Louis on the pillow case. He never wanted the smell to leave, he never wanted to worry about it leaving. Harry felt so stupid for even thinking of the matter.

Harry reluctantly made his way out of the bed to get dressed. He couldn't just stay in this room for the whole day, especially when all he could think about is how Louis kissed him in this very room a few hours ago. Once he was dressed, he made his way down the stairs to his kitchen where he could see his mother sitting at the table.

"Morning, sweetheart," His mother greeted as she sipped on her tea, "I saw Louis leave, is everything okay? He said he had to run some errands for his mother?"

"Yeah, Jay texted him and asked if he could do a few things for her today. Everything's okay," Harry plastered a smile on his face. The look on Anne's face proved that she was aware that the smile was fake. She was Harry's mother after all, she just knew.

"Are you home today?" Anne asked curiously as she stood up from her seat to walk over to the sink to place her now empty mug in the sink. Harry thought about this for a while, he knew he couldn't just stay in the house. He needed to get some fresh air, he needed to get his mind off things.

"Not today," Harry answered, "Might go hang out with Niall."

"Give him my love, I haven't seen him in a while," Anne commanded softly. Harry gave her a nod and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Will do, I'll be home later," Harry informed before grabbing his car keys from the kitchen counter and making his way outside of his house.

As soon as Harry climbed into his car and slid on his seatbelt, he felt his phone vibrate. He reached into his pocket to look at the text he had just received.

Meet me at the park near our school

Harry sighed as he typed a reply before he threw his phone onto the passenger seat, not bothering to wait to see if he got a text back before he started the car and began to drive towards the park.

He could feel nerves beginning to build up within him, he hated feeling this way when he was going to meet with Louis. This deal was going sour but yet, Harry couldn't find it in himself to let go.  Harry knew it wasn't healthy but it was his way of staying close to Louis and he loved feeling needed. He was breaking his own heart because he just didn't want to let go.

Harry almost choked on air when he rounded the corner to the park and spotted a familiar looking car in the parking lot. He thought he was nervous before but nothing compared to what he was feeling now. The last thing he wanted to do was leave the car but he didn't want to seem like a wimp.

So that's why Harry forced himself to park his car, grab his phone and climb out. He let his eyes scan the park before his eyes landed on where he knew he had to go. Harry sighed before walking over, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

"Louis... Tyler..." Harry greeted quietly. Louis gave him a soft smile.

"I figured the best way to deal with this is face to face," Louis informed. Harry let out a scoff.

"He's going to kill me," Harry said. The curly haired boy watched Tyler nod his head, sending Harry a glare whilst he clenched his feet. Harry was saying a quiet pray to himself, happy that he kissed his mother goodbye because that was probably going to be the last he saw of her.

"He's not going to touch you," Louis scowled at Tyler, "This was my  fault. Not Harry's. I kissed him, not the other way around."

"He could have fucking stop-"

"And he did," Louis snapped before looking over at Harry, "I did this. I fucked up and to both of you, I'm sorry. It will never happen again, it meant nothing."

Harry felt the lump in his throat grow bigger as he watched Tyler smirk behind Louis at Harry. He knew how much it would have meant to Harry, what that small kiss would have meant. Tyler was loving every minute of this now, practically hearing the shatter of Harry's heart.

"Is that right, Harry? It meant nothing?" Tyler questioned, faux innocence on his face. Harry nodded, swallowing down any feeling of tears that he may have felt.

"Yeah," Harry's voice threatened to crack but he forced himself to smile, "Now if this is over, I have to go meet up with Niall."

"Thanks for-"

"Cool, bye, Harry," Tyler waved him off, cutting off what Louis had gone to say. Harry nodded, glancing at Louis one more time before turning towards his car. He just needed to get in his car, away from Louis and his stupid boyfriend.

Once Harry was inside and the door was closed behind him, he let it all out.

"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed punching the steering wheel, not caring when his hand flared up in pain. Hot tears ran down his face as his body shook with sobs. He hated feeling this way, he hated feeling the pain in his chest. It was almost like he could feel his heart breaking.

It will never happen again, it meant nothing

Harry never should have gotten his hopes up like he had. It as his own fault, he told himself he should have been prepared for his heart breaking. He really should listened to his own advice. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel, trying his hardest to calm his breathing.

"You can do this, you have been through worse shit before. It's just Lou- Louis Tomlinson," Harry's voice cracked at the mention of the bubbly, small boy's name. He wiped his eyes before putting his car keys into the ignition, starting the car.

He didn't care about anything right now. He just needed to get things off his chest. He needed to get out of this car park and far away from Tyler. Far away from Louis.

The whole drive was a blur to Harry, he was constantly having to wipe his eyes so he could see the road clearly and was still trying to calm his breathing from the sobs that were taking over his body. He practically jumped out of the car when he had finally reached his desired destination.

Harry made his way to the front door, knocking and waiting for the door to open. Once it did, the tall boy had to wipe at his eyes again to make sure he wasn't just seeing shit.

"Hazz, you okay?" Niall questioned making his way to his front door. Harry shook his head, the sound of his best friend's voice causing him to begin to cry again.

Harry tried to speak clearly, "What are you doing, Zay-"

"What did he do?"

"Give him some time to breath. It might be about something-" Niall began but Zayn shook his head, moving forward to wrap his arms around Harry's shaking body.

"What did Louis do?" Zayn wondered. Harry nuzzled his face into Zayn's chest, his breathing finally beginning to calm down.

"He broke my heart."

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