"How was your interview?" I ask Harry when I walk into the living room after work. He is sitting on the couch, silently, staring at a black tv screen. But he doesn't answer.

I walk up to him. "Harry?"

He blinks and flickers his gaze to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, joining him on the couch.

He licks his lips and nods his head. "Yeah. Sorry. Are you?" He asks.

I furrow my brows and nod my head as well. "Yeah, I'm okay." I tell him. "How did the interview go?'" I repeat my question reluctantly, not use to seeing him so serious.

"Good."

I smile at him and he gives me a weak smile back.

"Your not okay. What's wrong?" I ask, sighing heavily, scooting closer to him.

He shrugs. "I did shit at the interview." He mumbles, looking away and back at the television screen.

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He says, closing his eyes.

I nod understandingly. "That's okay." I smile. "I'll be in the bedroom if you need me." I tell him before standing up and walking towards the guest bedroom.

I sigh in relief when I can finally take off my shoes and throw them into my suitcase before laying on the bed, closing my eyes.

But then my phone begins to vibrate, making me groan out loud and sit up quickly again. I reach over to my handbag that sits on the sheets and search for my phone inside before retrieving it and looking at the caller ID to see Louis, making me roll my eyes in annoyance instantly.

I lay back down and close my eyes but answer anyway.

"Hello?" I sigh.

"Hey." He says. "How are you?"

"Tired. What do you want?"

There's a moment of silence, making me open my eyes again to stare up at the beige colored cieling above me.

"I thought we were going out." He says, sounding dissapointed.

"Oh yeah. Where?" I ask, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

"Can you come over to the house?"

"Fine."

"Thank you."

I don't respond but quickly hang up and stand up again.

I decide to change into more comfortable clothing and wear my hair out and put a headband on, not wanting to dress too special if I'm just going to his house.

I've gotten extremely used to automatically thinking it's his house even though we bought the home together with a new born Thomas Tomlinson, and spent nearly three years living in there with him with my name under the deed for the house. Although, my name is removed now I'm sure.

When I get dressed I grab my bag and walk back out into the living room to see Harry off the couch, mostly likely in his own room or the kitchen. I knock on his door lightly, getting a soft and raspy questioning, "yeah".

"I'm going out."

"Okay." He responds.

So with that I leave and use my own car that I had bought two weeks ago to get to Louis.

The roads aren't busy, making the drive easy going. But I don't necessarily want to go. I just wanted to stay in my own comfort zone and sleep.

But at the same time, I remind myself I can see Thomas, an upside to this whole entire visit.

ONE YEAR AGO

"Do you like this house?" Louis asked, turning to me with a faint smile on his lips. I smiled slightly at the fact he had asked and look around the place.

It's huge, and that's all we've really been looking at. Although, this seems like the smallest house out of the other three we had seen, for that fact, I do like it a lot better than the others.

"Yeah, I think this is the one." I nodded.

He gave me a curt nod before turning to walk back to where the home seller was.

We bought the house and it had taken us a few weeks to unpack everything and put everything in the right place.

He helped out, but also had to be going to work at the same time because of how much he had succumbed to his father and never really liked going against him even if he clearly wanted to.

It was a tiring for him which I understood, meaning I had to do a lot more of the work at home too and also take care of him because of how worked up he was getting himself but at the same time reassure him that I'm okay doing it alone even if he persisted to want to help, but also he wasn't the loveliest person.

We were still getting into fights a lot for idiotic reasons, not communicating. I would question if I should leave him or not but I loved him so damn much I couldn't find it in me to.

One day his parents had came over to see the new house, his dad was impressed by the pick and the whole time Louis was tense. He's always nervous around his father and always has been, even while we were in college.

The month of December when we were on break for the holidays I had went down with him to celebrate with his family. His mother was nice but somewhat uptight, his father was a little serious and intimidating, but nothing too much I couldn't handle. Although, my final thoughts were negative, seeing why Louis didn't have the best relationship with them.

He has four sisters who were still in school while we were there most of the time so I didn't get to know much about them since we had started break earlier than them.

Although, that was the last time I had been to his childhood home. We never went back after that Christmas.

There was some tension, no doubt, between him and his father, but I am guessing he was embarrassed by the whole situation with him and his father that he didn't want me back down there. But I slowly figured it out after hearing countless conversations between the two of them.

He didn't want the reassurance, the sympathy, the kindness, none of it. So, he began to push me away.

PRESENT

He looks up from the floor and into my eyes when he opens the door. He has shaven slightly, leaving a light stubble on his chin and his skin looks a little tanner as his eyes look just a bit brighter. He looks happier and healthier.

We both probably needed a break from each other. We both needed to clear our minds and finally be away from each other's presence.

It's a good thing we aren't together anymore.

He smiles slightly at me.

I don't miss him and I don't feel like crying for him, I got over it all fast. It wasn't meant to be for us.

I finally smile back, feeling relived I figured it all out.

"Thanks for coming." He says, opening the door wider for me to get inside.

"I don't have a choice." I sigh as I walk inside.

He quirks up an eyebrow as I pass him. "That's how you feel?" He asks.

"Yeah. Just so you'll realize I'll never forgive you no matter how many times you invite me over here or on a date." I say as I turn to look at him, staring at me with the door still open.

He frowns suddenly and furrows his brows before slamming the door closed. He crosses his arms over his chest and walks towards me.

"That sounded bitchy, sorry." I shrug, locking his gaze with mine as we stand centimeters apart.

"I've missed you."

"You've already said that." I mumble, looking down at the floor.

"Well I really miss you."

"Why?" I laugh bitterly, shaking my head in disbelief.

"I miss talking to you."

I scoff and turn around. "Your so full of bullshit. Your making me fucking cringe." I snap. "Where's Thomas? I want to see him then leave."

"He's sleeping." Louis says, voice louder as he speaks sternly.

I rush towards the staircase but feel him grab my wrist before I can, exclaiming a "Wait Rauline."

I turn to glare at him.

"Why are you acting like this?"

I blink and snatch my wrist away. "I really don't want to fight with you today Louis. I'm tired as hell." I say exasperatedly with a tired sigh. "But did you seriously just fucking ask me that you oblivious asshole?" I spit, narrowing my eyes at him.

He parts his lips and runs a hand through his hair. "I-you-" He fumbles his words, closing his eyes momentarily as he releases a breath from his lips. "I've been trying to be better to you so you can stop pushing me away."

"Why were you an ass in the first place?" I exclaim, throwing my arms up in the air with a roll of my eyes.

"I don't need to tell you that. All you need to fucking know is that I'm sorry." He says, glowering at me.

"I won't stop being a bitch till you tell me then." I chuckle, shaking my head. "Why the hell do you think I push you away? You don't talk to me! All you do is yell!"

"And oh how the tables have turned." He says, raising his brows.

I roll my eyes.

His muscles relax slowly and he sighs heavily again as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Let's talk then. Without yelling."

"No." I laugh.

He furrows his eyebrows.

"No." I repeat. "It's too late now."

He looks dissapointed suddenly.

"Aren't you happier Louis?" I ask. "You look happier and healthier than you did while I was with you and I feel the same way." I tell him.

"I feel better because I'm not waking up at dawn to get home by midnight from my dad's job. That's why I'm happier and healthier."

"So it was only the job change?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips and genuinely wanting to know.

"Yes." He says.

"Well too bad because I feel a lot better without you." I sigh before turning around and walking up the stairs to get into Thomas' room. I don't take in his reaction, not caring the least bit about how he feels about my statement.

When I walk into his room, I don't see the little boy. Louis said he was sleeping. Where is he? I rush back downstairs to see Louis on the couch in the living room. "Thomas isn't in his room." I snap, nervous as to where the little boy could be.

Louis frowns and furrows his brows before standing up and walking up the steps, and I follow behind him as he rushes.

He opens the door to Thomas' room and walks inside before checking the bathroom, under the bed, inside of the closet. But he's not anywhere. And then he turns back to me and walks out of the room.

I see him walking towards his own room and watch as he opens the door, letting out a heavy sigh and his tense muscles relaxing. "He's right here." He says, flickering his gaze to me then back towards the bedroom.

I walk beside him to see Thomas, snuggled beneath the blankets in the king sized bed. He is a small lump on the large mattress.

"I'll come tomorrow then." I say, turning around, wanting to get out of this house as quick as possible because of him.

"Rauline, hey." I hear him say when I reach the steps, also feeling his hand on my shoulder. I rush down the steps, ripping my shoulder away from his grip in the process. "Rauline, please." He sighs.

I ignore him as I grab my handbag and walk towards the front door.

"Rauline, baby, i-"

I groan out loud suddenly, catching myself by surprise before I turn around just to see him directly behind me. "Can you just stop Louis? I know you don't want to look like a faliure because of your father but this-" I pause, motioning my hand between the two of us. "It's over, Louis. We are done. We're history!" I exclaim. "Stop trying. I will never want you back! I tried. I tried so damn hard to handle all of your fucking bullshit but I'm over it! I'm done." I spit.

He parts his lips, looking at a loss for words. And that's how I want it to be.

"It was fun back in college, but it got too much, okay? Your handsome guy Louis. You know that too. So you could get any girl you want. Just work on those social skills and you'll be getting girls left and right. Probably one hundred times better than me." I shrug, not wanting to leave being thought of as the total bitch I am. "Bye." I sigh before turning around and rushing out of the house.

LATER

I walk into the condo, head hurting from all the thoughts rushing through it. I see Harry sitting on the couch, laptop on his lap, only one dim lap lighting the living room. He looks at me and gives me a tired smile.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi." I smile.

"Want to help me?" He asks.

I walk over to him and sit on the couch with a soft sigh. "What're you doing?"I ask, looking at the screen to see gold and silver rings that cost over one hundred dollars. I furrow my brows. "Holy shit."

Harry looks at me with widened eyes. "What?" He says.

"You-your-" I smile happyily,most likely looking like an insane person, making Harry quirk up an eyebrow and a small, amused smile to form on his lips. "Your shopping for rings already, you romantic bastard!" I exclaim, making Harry shush me quickly. I close my mouth. "Shit, is she hear?"

"No, but quiet, she could walk in at any moment." He snaps.

I sigh in relief. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But have you picked any yet?"

"No." He says, slumping into the couch even further. "I'm having a shit time. I don't know what the hell to buy that is in a good price range and actually looks nice."

"Well, what's your budget?"

"Two hundred."

"What about that one?" I say, pointing to a nice golden ring on the screen.

"Nah, I don't really like that one." He sighs.

"Okay um...that one?"

"No."

"That one?"

"No thanks."

"That?"

"No."

"Fine, that one?"

"No way."

"Tha-"

"Definitely not."

"Well your just picky as fuck." I snap, furrowing my brows.

"Yeah. See my problem?"

I roll my eyes playfully. "Look, the ring doesn't have to be amazing and shiny and spectacular. It could be simple. The point is, y'all are getting hitched and spending the rest of your lives together."

He smiles sheepishly. "Well,...your right." He mumbles, sighing shakily.

I smile.

"I guess I like this one."

"Me too. And it's in your price range."

"Alright. Let's do this shit."