Three days later, Louis still hadn't come out of his bedroom, and Harry had yet to return home. Neither boy was to know what state the other was in, but one thing was for certain, they were both broken.
Louis felt a constant strain of guilt wash over him with every movement. He'd known from the very beginning of whatever he had with Zayn that it was not fair on Harry, and no matter how good it had made him feel in the moment, he most certainly should have known better than to continue. But he hadn't known better, and he'd went along with it, even bringing the relationship back into Harry and his own home, which was where the biggest mistake occurred.
Harry was different however. No guilt washed over him, as he had absolutely nothing to feel guilty about. He'd been the victim in this little endeavour, and now that he most almost certain he would never be able to lay eyes on Zayn again in his life without satisfying the urge within him to knock the older boy out, Harry knew that despite what had happened, he couldn't live without Louis.
Louis and Harry were two names that just went together, and despite what the critics said, they were the closest thing to true love in this broken generation. And although Harry knew one of the biggest factors within a relationship was trust, somewhere deep, deep inside him, knew that one day he'd be able to trust the Doncaster lad like he had only days before.
So when Harry made the journey back to London, after spending almost five days visiting his mum back in Homes Chapel, simply to tell Louis that in spite of everything, he was forgiven, he knew it was the right choice, as without Louis, there would simply be no Harry.