So as I was typing this author's note I literally forgot what my point was so I'll get back at this...

No, njebjke I remember now! In this chapter, I'll switch from Louis to Harry. So how they're both dealing with the break-up.

Xx

Waking up was the hardest part for Louis.

The last few days he had to wake up to a cold, empty bed. There was no teddy standing on the nightstand, no clothes resting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom, no soft humming noises could be heard from downstairs and worst of all; There was no Harry.

The dom rolled out of bed and groaned. His eyes were burning and his nose was red and skimpy. All he's been doing is cry his eyes out.

You would think that their, supposed to be, one year anniversary was the hardest day since Harry left, but yesterday was even harder for Louis.

Harry posted a picture on Instagram of him and Niall being silly as always. The caption wasn't that extensive. Just a few simple words really, but they still made Louis tear up.

It said the words: who was he again?

Louis knew those words were meant for him. He immediately unfollowed Harry and blocked him on everything.

As Louis thought back at it he felt ready to sob again.

His body was aching because his heart was broken but Harry wasn't even a little distraught from their break up.

Louis looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and sighed. He looked terrible. He couldn't go to work looking like this.

That's why he called his secretary and called in sick again. She asked him if he was doing okay and if maybe he should see a doctor if he was this sick but Louis just flipped her off.

She shut right up for he was her boss after all. It's not like she could fire him. Though, the other way around would be no problem at all.

Louis plopped back down on his bed, not even bothering to open the curtains.

That's how he spent the next two days as well. Laying in bed, watching sad movies with Bambi chilling next to him as he ate Chinese food.

''I don't know, Bambi. If Hazel knows she'll die anyway, why won't she do it herself? I mean... it must be fucking lonely without Augustus there. At least they can be together again. Who even wants to live without the love of heir live...'' Louis whispered, scratching the dog behind her ears as the credits started rolling.

Louis sighed and turned off the telly, looking outside to watch the rain leave little droplets on his bedroom window.

They slide down the glass slowly. Some of them melt together whereas others dodge each other at the last second.

It's much like love.

Sometimes we end up with the ones we chase after but other times, two people are just not meant to be and they need to go their separate ways.

The dom stood up and threw the empty Chinese packaging in the trash.

Beer would be nice right now. Maybe even some vodka. Or he could work out for a little while. Harry wouldn't like it if he would get drunk right now.

Listen to him. Harry wouldn't like it. As if the boy would ever know that he got drunk.

Louis walked through the empty hallway, not really thinking about anything but then he passed a door.

The one door he tried to avoid since Harry left. The door with golden, curvy letters that spelt out the word princess.

Louis stepped closer to the door and leaned his forehead against the letters, taking a deep breath as his hand moved to the door handle, ready to open it.

After a few more second debating his choice, Louis opened the door to the nursery. And fuck...

It still smelled like Harry.

Louis looked around the room, smiling slightly at some of the memories that bubbled up in his head.

God, this was so weird. He's looking back at those memories as if Harry died. It sure felt like that, though. He knew Harry was alive but Harry never wanted to see him again.

Therefore it was just like he had passed away. There's nothing here except for memories.

The 25-year-old sat down on the ground and leaned his head against Harry's changing table.

He hadn't cried in days but there were fresh tears streaming down his face once more. His inside crumbled for the umpteenth time that week, leaving him in pain again.

Louis curled up on the floor, protecting his head with his arms as he sobbed.

He felt like blacking out and he wasn't in control of his thoughts any longer. He recognised that feeling all too well and it was scary to feel it again after so many years.

His shaking hands searched for his phone and he called the only person he knew would be able to help him with this.

When the person picked up, however, he couldn't utter a single word.

''Louis? Are you there, mate?''

''Ethan.'' Louis wheezed, whimpering quietly.

''Lou? What's wrong.''

''T-They're back. The thoughts are b-back I-I... Please help me?'' Louis begged, tugging on his hair.

''Fuck, Louis. Where's Harry. He needs to stay with you right now. Can you put him on for me?''

Louis sobbed and shook his head harshly. ''H-He's no-not here.''

''He's not there? Louis where is he?''

''I don't know...'' Louis whispered, looking up at the colourful chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

''What do you mean you don't know? Did he and you fight, Lou?''

Louis sniffled. ''W-we br-broke up la-last week.''

Ethan sucked in a deep breath. ''Fuck, Louis. Just stay where you are right now. Try to think of happy things for me, okay?''

''What fucking happy things!'' Louis boomed and burst into tears, hanging up and throwing his phone away from him.

He tugged his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his head and squashed himself against the wall next to Harry's crib.

His breaths were wheezy and uneven as his body shook with the force of his short, stinging sobs.

The man tries to calm down but with everything reminding him of his little Harry it's merely impossible.

A few minutes later, the front door downstairs opened and closed.

''Lou! Where are you?'' Ethan yelled, fast footsteps padding up the stairs.

Louis jumped up and cried out, not even fully aware of what he was doing.

Ethan rushed into the nursery with worried, big eyes. His face was pale and his hair tousled. It looked he just woke up.

Louis was bawling loudly by now, snot and tears running down his face. And he was shaking, trembling as his knees wobbled.

Ethan looked horrified at Louis' distraught form and he cautiously took a step forward.

''H-He to-ld me t-th-that he didn't l-love me anymore!'' Louis cried, more tears leaving his blue eyes.

''Louis, try to breathe okay. You're gonna give yourself a panic attack.''

''I don't fucking care!" Louis bellowed before sinking to the ground, Ethan quickly dropped down on his knees, taking Louis' broken body into his arms.

Louis fisted the man's shirt in his hands, crying into his chest. The tears just wouldn't stop coming.

''It h-hurt,'' He wailed whilst Ethan rocked them back and forth. ''It's worse than when Charlie cheated. I-It's worse than when I tried to kill myself. It's worse than both times combined, Ethan. I-I'm so scared.'' Louis whimpered, voice so small and broken that it made Ethan tear up as well.

''Oh my God, Louis. It's gonna be alright, you'll be okay.'' Ethan whispered, knowing that Harry was probably not gonna come back because he too saw his latest post on Instagram.

Louis sniffled and clung onto his friend, his shoulders shocking. ''I don't know what to do. I look around and all I can think about is Harry. I don't want to have anyone else in here except for him. I don't want to kiss anyone else, I don't want to hold anyone like I held him, I don't want another little I don't want to love anyone as much as I loved him. I just want my baby back.''

Ethan swallowed thickly and placed his chin on Louis' head, not quite sure what to tell him.He was just so mad at Harry.

''I love him, Ethan. I love him so much.'' Louis croaked out, body going slack.

''The thought of him kissing someone else makes me feel sick. Being here in his nursery makes me so angry. I just want to kiss him again, prove him that I can give him everything he needs. I-I can do that! I promise.'' Louis cried, looking up at Ethan with his wet lashes clinging together.

''I know you can, Lou. Why didn't you tell Harry? Why didn't you fight for him?''

''Because-because I told him that he was free to leave whenever he wanted to. It would be wrong for me to try and change his mind. He can love whomever he wants to love. That's not my decision.'' Louis whispered.

The dom had stopped sobbing and only little tears were dripping down his chin.

''Oh, Louis...''

Louis wiped away his tears and pulled himself out of Ethan's arms. ''I'm sorry for bothering you. I just... I haven't felt this numb since... Well since those nights.''

Ethan frowned and placed a hand on Louis' knee. ''This is gonna sound incredibly childish, Lou. I will stay with you tonight, though. I'll shave that ridiculous beard of yours and then tomorrow you can go to work again.''

Louis whined and shook his head. ''Don'wanna.''

Ethan chuckled. ''Louis. It'll be good for you. It's gonna get your mind off of that curly haired cunt and-''

''Don't talk about Harry like that.'' Louis hissed, still defending the boy even though he broke his heart.

''I'm sorry. The thing is, you need to collect your pieces again, Louis. You worked so hard for your business. It's not like it will collapse when you're away for a few weeks but they need you. Not to mention that you need you as well. Don't let yourself down. You fought to be better again. Don't let this bring you down again. You don't deserve that.''

''Alright. I know, I know.'' Louis said, holding his hands up in surrender as he wiped the last tears away from his cheeks.

Ethan stood up and helped Louis to his feet as well, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. ''Let's make you handsome again.''

Ethan helped Louis and he sure as hell was gonna talk to Harry first thing tomorrow.

**Same night but for Harry**

''Okay, that's it.'' Niall said and stood up from the couch.

Harry snapped out of his daydream and frowned at the blonde lad who was standing in front of him with his hands crossed over his chest.

''I'm sick of watching you mope around. We're going out. Right now.''

''Now? Where to, it's already 11 pm.''

''That's the point, Harold. We're going to a club. Make yourself pretty and let's get absolutely wasted.''

Harry sighed but did as he was told. Maybe some drinks and dancing would clear his mind.

He wouldn't admit it but he felt so stupid about breaking up with Louis. It has only been like 2 weeks but he felt so alone and cold all the time.

However, he knew that it would be even more stupid if he went back to Louis' place and beg the dom for forgiveness. Louis probably moved on anyway.

Harry had seen Charlie. The lad was a beautiful boy and Louis obviously didn't seem to mind that Charlie cheated on him before.

So that's why the curly-haired boy changed into the tightest skinny jeans he owned and a loose tanktop which revealed his collar bones a little. If it would've been Louis and him going out, Louis would make him change, that's for sure.

Harry sighed sadly before walking out of his room. Niall whistled at him and wrapped an arm around his best friend's waist.

''C'mon, Hazza. Let's have fun tonight.''

The club was loud and it smelled like sweat. Harry lost Niall ages ago after they did shots together.

Harry finished his Bacardi cola and smacked his lips together. He was quite tipsy and Louis seemed to have slipped his mind. Which was nice since that hadn't happened for over a week now.

The sub stood up and walked towards the dance floor, wobbling a bit but succeeding in the end. He slowly started moving his hips on the beat of only, allowing the bass to take over his body.

Soon enough a large hand was pressed against his tummy as another hand was on his hip. Harry moved back into the random person's body.

''Fuck, princess. You look hot.''

And, no. The word princess just didn't sound right unless it was falling from Louis' lips.

Still, Harry ground back against the man, his head falling back against his shoulder. The black-haired man kissed his neck and nibbled at the skin gently.

''What's your name, pretty?''

''Harry, yours?''

''It's Kian, baby.'' Kian said and pushed his hard cock against Harry's bum.

Harry whimpered and wrapped an arm around his neck so that Kian would press his face closer to his own. Kian tilted Harry's head back a little and started kissing him, immediately slipping his tongue between Harry's lips.

Harry moaned and kissed back just as eagerly, grinding a little harder but slower.

''Why don't we go back to my place, Harry.'' Kian said over the loud pulse of the bassline.

Harry nodded absent-mindedly and licked into Kian's vodka-tasting mouth.

Kian groaned and let one of his hands wander down Harry's body, cupping his semi through his skinnies. The curly-haired lad actually being able to feel a little pleasure after he imagined Kian being Louis.

That thought was exactly what brought him back to earth.

He pressed himself away from Kian with big eyes. Kian stared back at him and then huffed. ''Oh, what's wrong, babe?''

Harry shook his head and took a step back. ''I-I'm sorry. I just- Me and my boyfriend just broke up I... I'm not ready to go home with someone.''

Kian raised an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. ''C'mon... We were having so much fun.''

Harry pushed the man away and glared. ''Yes we were but I don't want to continue.''

The fellow grumbled. ''Seek for yourself then,'' and walked past Harry but not before grabbing the smaller boy's arm. ''Next time don't start something you can't finish, Harry. Not every man in this club is as understanding as I am.''

Harry gulped and nodded before Kian left him alone for good.

The sub looked around the club as Con Calma started playing. The club was full of hot people, ready to find someone and have a good night with them but Harry felt alone.

None of them would ever be able to please him and make him happy like Louis did.

The 18-year-old whimpered and a low sob fell from his lips. He quickly rushed out of the club, not even bothering to look for Niall.

He waited for the bus with his arms wrapped around his stomach, shaking when he noticed a small group of boys were watching him and laughing.

Thankfully, the bus pulled up in front of him only three minutes later. It was the last bus he could take so Niall had to grab a taxi. Harry texted his friend that he went home before he learned his hot forehead against the freezing window.

Alone like always.

What woke Harry up the next morning was the doorbell ringing. He groaned and rolled over, his head pounding due to the lack of sleep he had gotten.

He heard Niall's door slam open and shut and some Irish cusswords before the front door opened and low voices could be heard.

Harry pulled on some fluffy socks and Louis' big sweater he secretly stuffed into his bag before Louis came in and walked towards the living room.

When he saw a familiar man sitting on the couch he nearly ran back to his bedroom.

''Hi, Harry.'' Ethan spoke, smiling slightly.

''E-Ethan, I-I... Hi?'' Harry whispered, not quite sure how to react.

''You know, Ethan. When you asked me for my address so you could talk to Harry, I didn't think you would show up at 8 in the fucking morning.'' Niall yelped, placing two steaming cups of coffee on the table.

The blonde looked at Harry and shook his head. ''I'm in the kitchen if you need anything.''

Harry awkwardly stood in the door-opening until Ethan looked at the couch in front of him.

Harry obeyed quickly, seeing that the dom was upset already.

''Harry, I love you, I really do. But I have to ask you. Why in God's name are being such an ass?''

Harry frowned and shook his head. ''What do you mean?''

''You're being so mean to Louis.'' Ethan whispered, heart aching again when he thought about how upset Louis was yesterday.

''Mean? The only thing we did was break up. I didn't do anything else.'' Harry stammered, cheeks red.

Ethan shook his head and growled lowly. ''You make everyone believe that it was Louis' fault. You were the one who broke up with Louis, not the other way around.''

Harry shrugged. ''Does it even matter who broke up with who?''

''No, but Louis looks like the bad guy when he's not. That caption you posted on Insta was simply mean and uncalled for.''

''I'm just moving on.'' Harry whispered, knowing damn well that he wasn't.

The dom took a deep breath. ''And there's nothing wrong with that. But I think it is bad that you intentionally try to hurt Louis with words and actions like that.''

''What the hell? I didn't do it to hurt Louis! Besides, he's probably rolling around in bed with Charlie as we speak.''

''Can you just let that go? It's ridiculous how jealous you get over that. Harry, Charlie has always been there. Louis' and his relationship goes way back. They were best friends before they became friends with benefits. Charlie knows everything about Louis because he was always there when it happened. Louis was heartbroken and angry when Charlie cheated on him, but he eventually got over it because he thinks it's wrong to live in the past.

When Louis saw how much Charlie had changed, he just wanted to talk to him again. Just as friends but never more. He asked for your permission when you got home, so what's the point really? I understand that you were scared to lose him, but why forbid Louis to see Charlie when you supposedly don't love him anymore anyway?'' Ethan tried to ponder.

Harry looked on his lap and bit his lip.

''Not to mention that Louis is completely heart-broken because of what you did and do.''

The sub's head snapped up and he felt his chest tighten. ''H-He is?''

Ethan nodded his head and sighed. ''Yesterday he called me up. Harry, he told me that it didn't even hurt this much when he tried to kill himself. He was actually having those thoughts again I-''

Harry gasped and he leaned closer to Ethan. ''He what- He what now? That's non-sense. Why would he even do that!''

''Because he fucking loves you, Harry!'' Ethan bellowed, fed up with Harry's irrational behaviour.

''But he didn't even try to fight for it?''

''Maybe that's because he didn't want to push you, Harry. Louis has always said that he wants you to be free in your choices and you always wanted him to be. And now that he does, you blame him for not loving you enough?'' Ethan huffed.

Harry's bottom lip trembled and his face paled.

''If anything, the man who was crying on the floor in your nursery yesterday would do anything to have you back in his arms. You're disappointing me, Harry. I always picked your side when you and Louis were fighting but you're just being a dick head right now. I would stay to comfort you but since this whole break-up obviously doesn't affect you in the slightest, I think this is all I want to say and do. I just wanted to give you something to think about.''

Ethan walked towards the front door without saying another word as Harry started crying.

Niall rushed into the living room and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder as the younger lad sobbed. ''That was low of him to do. Yell at you like that.''

Harry shook his head and jumped up, running after Ethan on his socks.

He didn't even stop when he had to run outside and make his socks wet in the puddles that formed last night. He yelled Ethan's name, causing the dom to halt and turn around.

Harry sobbed and ran up to the man, hiccuping before speaking up: ''Is he okay, though?''

''What do you mean okay? You broke him, Harry. I've never seen him this sad before.''

''I-I meant di-did he hurt him-himself?'' Harry stuttered, heart pounding in his chest. If Louis would hurt himself because of him he would never forgive himself.

''No he didn't. Though I think he would have if he wouldn't have called me.''

Harry sniffled and wiped his cheek, looking up at Ethan with begging eyes.

''Please stay with him until he feels better.'' He whispered.

The dom started nodding his head but he started shaking it soon after.

''Harry, I think this break-up hurts and affects you more than you can admit. You look terrible. You have bags under your eyes, you look like you didn't eat in days and your eyes look dead. Just be aware of the fact that Louis misses you and still loves you.''

''E-Ethan one last thing?''

''Hmhm?''

''Please don't tell Louis where Niall lives. Not for me but for Niall. I think he told you why he doesn't want to live in Louis' mansion?''

Ethan hummed. ''I was aware of that, yes. My lips are sealed but I'm not doing that for you. Nor for Niall. I do that for Louis.''

With that being said, Ethan stepped into his car and drove away. Leaving Harry on the concrete in his purple fluffy socks.