Why she had to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday

~The Beatles, Yesterday

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Harry understood very well that he'd been the cause of the fight between he and Louis all those years back.

It was never even a real fight. Louis just said that he had to leave and he left. He said he couldn't be Harry's friend anymore.

And Harry had later confronted him about it.

"We're insanely close and I'm disgusted!"

Yet, Harry was sure that Louis had enjoyed the late-night kisses, the soft touches Harry had given Louis's glowing skin, and the overall happiness that showed in Louis's eyes when Harry told the boy he loved him.

Harry should've known.

Louis never said it back, not after a while, because he'd known Harry's love had changed and was real. It was scarily real.

Harry himself had been so caught up in the idea that Louis loved him just as much that the admittance of Louis being disgusted had caught Harry in a tornado of thoughts, including He's lying and He's just afraid, but Harry eventually realized that Louis was completely serious when Louis stopped coming around, spent his new time avoiding Harry and partying more.

Overall, the moral of the story was not to trust people like Louis Tomlinson. Harry couldn't even come up with words to describe how he now felt about the boy because it was all jumbled in his mind.

At first, it was pure sadness, but it eventually changed to anger and that's where it's stayed for the past two years.

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Harry was currently surfing the Internet when there was a knock on his front door. He groaned and rubbed his palms over his face before passing towards the door. Anyone who was able to get past the guards and into Harry's room {ow!} was obviously someone who knew Harry very well, so he was certainly not wearing any clothes when he opened the door.

"Bloody hell," Louis mumbled as soon as Harry opened the door. "Put some fucking clothes on!"

"It's my apartment," Harry scowled, leaning against the doorframe. Louis turned away. "What do you want?"

It was then that Harry noticed how red Louis's cheeks were and how he was sniffling and how tears were drying in the corners of his eyes.

"Can we talk?" He asks quietly.

And Harry lets him in and has the curtesy to go put on some sweats before joining Louis in the living room, sitting in his favorite chair, legs propping onto the ottoman as Louis took the couch.

"They're making us move," Louis mumbled. "We've got to claim we have a secret house together in L.A. and move there as soon as we're back in the states."

Harry stared at Louis for a moment before he frowned "We already have our separate houses in L.A., why move us?"

"Maybe because we're a couple now," Louis hissed. "For four more fucking months and then we can stop."

"Louis," Harry said after a moment, "I don't think we should stop pretending for a while."

"Look, Harry," Louis said, blue eyes glaring at Harry, "I realize that you've got 'feelings', but-"

"My feelings are far from changed," Harry snapped. "If we tell the world we've broken up so soon, the suicides may continue and I don't give a damn if you don't care- I care. They need to be stopped."

Louis rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch. "Then it looks like we better get comfortable."

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Harry's arms wrapped around his sister as he fell to lay on the couch beside her.

"Harry!" She said with a smile, looking back at her brother. "When'd you get back?"

"Yesterday, but I was sleepy so I stayed in my apartment," Harry murmured, holding Gemma close.

"Awh!" Anne cooed as she came into the room, suddenly snapping a picture. "That's a keeper!"

"They're all keepers in your eyes," Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head at his mum's antics.

Anne grinned a bit and shrugged. "How are you feeling, Harry?"

"Exhausted," Harry admitted. "This new contract with Louis is going to be a pain. We may have to continue the relationship even after our contract with Modest! is finished."

"Who's idea was that?" Anne asked. "It's smart."

"Mine," Harry said, playing idly with Gemma's hair. "I thought it would look choppy if we broke up as soon as our contract with Modest! is over. It may start up suicides again."

"That's wise," Anne repeated, sitting on the couch by her children's feet. "I hope that you and Louis can work it out."

Harry shrugged, not replying to his mother. He knew that it would never work out with Louis but he didn't find himself minding too much.

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"I'm worried," is the first thing Liam Payne says when Niall answered his FaceTime call.

"About what?" Niall mumbled, eyes half on the tele, half on his phone screen.

"Louis and Harry," Liam said with a scowl, fingers absently scratching behind Watson's ears as the puppy whimpered for attention. "The whole situation is messed up."

"I agree," Niall said, falling back to lay on his pillows. "It's pretty shitty."

"So, what do we do about it?" Liam asked, genuinely wanting to help his friends.

"There's nothing we can do," Niall said as he detached a slice of pizza from the pie, cheese sticking to the other slices but breaking off after a good stretch. "They're bound to it."

Liam shrugged and looked down at Watson, who's big, brown eyes were on him as well. "I don't know. I'm just worried for Harry. You know Harry's feelings were once so strong for Louis."

"Louis's an ass," Niall said with a frown, talking around a bite of pizza. "I don't understand how Harry even liked him."

Liam tutted, not liking when the boys talked shit about each other. The boys as in Niall and Louis, really. Niall talked shit about Louis. Louis talked shit about everyone.

"He is an ass. He thinks he's the king of the fucking world and it makes me so irritated."

"I know," Liam said simply. "Then, let's hope for Harry's sake that this gets better."

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Louis moaned as he propped his feet onto the table in front of him, about three different bones popping as he did so.

"What are you whining about?" Lottie asks as she steps into the room with a plate of cakes their mum has made.

"Life," Louis said bitterly and Lottie rolled her eyes.

"Your life is wonderful. How could you complain?"

Louis scoffed. "My life is what, exactly? I didn't realize that unbreakable contracts and fake relationships and always having someone tracking your every single move you make is wonderful."

Lottie opened her mouth to speak before shaking her head and setting down the tray. She knew it was pointless to argue with Louis.

Once she'd walked away, Louis changed the channel on the tele and let out an exhausted sigh. His mother soon entered the room with two mugs of steaming tea, handing one to Louis.

"Thanks," Louis muttered, sipping from his mug. "I needed that."

Johannah smiled at her son, shrugging a bit. "I know, Louis. People have been very ill with you lately, Louis, and I want to make sure that you're doing okay."

Louis rolled his eyes (not unlike the way his sister did) and flipped the channel again. "I'm fine, Mum, truly. I don't care what people think about me."

"Have you talked to Eleanor?" Johannah asked, attempting to change the subject.

"No, though I'm sure she's heard," Louis said, finally turning on Family Guy.

"Louis," Johannah said, shaking her head gently, "You need to face the problems head on."

Louis ignored his mother.

He could handle himself just fine.

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