"Actually, Louis, no. Forget it. Just get your stuff from the house and you can move in with Eleanor." He said quietly before turning around and heading to the door. I started to panic and rushed after him. 
                          
"Wait!" He froze but didn't turn around to face me. "I don't have to move out until Saturday." There was a short silence before he replied. 
                          
"I know." He said quietly. He was ending things between us because I couldn't tell him anything. My insides felt like they were caving in and my eyes started to water. He was not going to walk away from me. 
                          
"You're making a huge fucking deal out of this!" I grabbed his arm and turned him around to find that there were tears in his eyes. That sight only made me feel worse. "Harry." My voice cracked and I started shaking my head. "Please don't leave. I'm so in love with you that I can barely function without you." 
                          
"It doesn't seem that way anymore." 
                          
"But you have to believe me when I say that I love you more than anything in the world. I only came here last night to get my mind off of a few things. I was too selfish to stay with you like I had promised." I rubbed my eyes and, before I could open them, I felt a pair of muscular arms hug my waist. Harry's head rested on my shoulder and I gladly accepted the gesture, the feeling of his arms around me filling the hole that was slowly forming in my heart. 
                          
"Fuck everything, Louis." He mumbled into me. "We're so fucked up."
                          
"No we aren't. I am, but you aren't. You're so perfect, Harry." I said softly. Harry hadn't done anything to mess up our relationship so far, only me. Every time we fought it was my fault and I hated myself for it. 
                          
"I'm in love with you." He picked his head up and gave me a small smile. "I'm so fucking in love with you." My chest fluttered and my lips twitched upward. He had such a strong effect on me it was almost comical. 
                          
"I know." We stood there for god knows how long until Zayn walked out and cleared his throat.
                          
"Are you two done fighting over shit that doesn't matter?" He grinned. "I swear you're a couple of women." I shot him a glare and Harry gave him a rude gesture. "Oh, and you're welcome for the weed. Good shit, huh?" 
                          
"Shut the fuck up, Zayn." I groaned. 
                          
"I'm still pissed about that." Harry whispered before pulling away from me. He did have the right to be mad about me smoking, but he was making a huge deal out of it. Really, I could've been doing something much worse but his protective side probably got the best of him. 
                          
"We're going to go." I announced, taking Harry's hand in mine. Zayn raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Don't say it, Zayn." I knew he was going to hint at us having make up sex and I didn't want to put Harry in that position. It would be too awkward and I really didn't want to deal with that. 
                          
"You two have fun." Zayn said slowly. "Don't break the bed." I heard him mutter under his breath. 
                          
"Sorry, what was that?" Harry asked playfully. Oh my god, Harry just shut up. 
                          
"I said, don't break the bed." He gave me a devilish grin before turning around to go back to his room. "Bye!" He waved above his head, not bothering to look back. He could be such an ass sometimes. We walked outside and got into Harry's car, his smell hitting me like a ton of bricks. 
                          
I felt Harry nudge my arm and I looked down at him. He had half of his mouth curved into a grin and I could tell he had a joke under his hat. "You know, I have been wanting a new bed." He murmured. I swear my heart stopped. 
                          
"Harry Edward Styles, are you hinting at what I think you're hinting at?" I said cautiously. The seductiveness left his face and he looked at the road as he backed into the street.