LOUIS P.O.V

i wasn't crying because she hit me.

I deserved it.

I was crying because piecing it all together, it is my fault.

I made a promise, which I broke.

I was so caught up in beginning my career, that she didn't tell me she had a passion too.

I promised i would call everyday.

I didn't.

Ever since we were made a band, I didn't think about calling her. She just kinda left My mind.

I had so much going on.

Then when we were on the tour bus, watching a programme and she came on to be interviewed.

I remember standing up and making Zayn turn the volume up.

I listened to her voice, how it had changed, more mature.

Her features, her bright green eyes, her long hair.

How her laugh was just the same from when we were young.

How she looked so happy, her eyes sparkling as they spoke about dance.

That's when I knew I couldn't phone.

She wouldn't take it well after all this time. Neither would I had it been the other way round.

But if it were the other way round...she would have called.

I lower onto her steps.

Not caring that it was raining and suddenly very cold.


SCARLETT P.O.V

i walked back inside and put on the kettle.

Nic was leaning against the door smirking.

"You slapped him didn't you"

i smile at her. Whether she bought it or not I dunno.

I felt so bad slapping him. It' was kind of a spur of the moment thing..

"You know he's sitting on the steps?" I stay silent, "crying.."

I whip round. Dropping the cups of tea.


Why is it always me in These situations?

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