After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 37*~

"What are you doing here?" I ask Harry, even though I don't want to hear the answer, especially not in front of Elijah.
"What do you think? You snuck out on me while I was asleep—what the hell was that?!" he booms. I hold my breath as his voice echoes off the wall. Elijah's face flashes with anger and I know that he's beginning to put the puzzle pieces together.
And I'm torn between trying to explain to Elijah what is going on and trying to explain to Harry why I left.
"Answer me!" Harry yells and stands in front of my face. I'm surprised when Elijah steps between us.
"Don't yell at him," he warns Harry.
I'm frozen in place while Harry's face twists in anger. Why is he so mad that I left? He was mocking my inexperience last night, and would have kicked me out this morning probably anyway. I need to say something before this all blows up in my face.
"Harry ... please don't do this right now," I beg. If he leaves now, I can try to explain to Elijah what is going on."

"Do what, Lewis?" Harry asks and walks around Elijah. I hope Elijah keeps his distance. I don't think Harry will hesitate to take him down. Elijah is pretty buff from soccer, especially compared to Harry lean body, but I have no doubt that Harry can hold his own, and most likely win.
What the hell is happening in my life that I have to worry about Elijah and Harry fighting?
"Harry , please just go and we will talk about this later," I say, trying to defuse things.
But Noah just shakes his head. "Talk about what? What the hell is going on, Louis?"
Oh God.
"Tell him,go on and tell him," Harry says.
I can't believe he is doing this. I know how cruel he can be, but this takes it to a whole other level.
"Tell me what, Louis?" Elijah asks, and I can see his stance is an aggressive one, because of Harry, but it's softening as he wonders about me."

"Nothing, just what you know, that I stayed at Harry and Liam's last night," I lie. I try to match my gray eyes to Hardin's in hopes that he will stop this now, but he looks away immediately.
"Tell him, Louis , or I will," Harry growls.
I know it's all lost. I know there's no hiding anything anymore, and I begin to cry. But I want Elijah to hear it from me, not the smirking arsehole who's brought us to this point. I'm humiliated—not for myself, but for Elijah. He doesn't deserve any of this, and I'm ashamed of the way I've treated him and the confessions I'm going to be forced to make in front of Harry. "Elijah... I... me and Hardin have been..." I start.
"Oh my God," Elijah stutters, and his eyes begin to water.
How could I do this to him? What the hell was I thinking? Elijah is so kind, and Harry's cruel enough to break Elijah's heart in front of him.
Elijah's hands go to his forehead and he shakes his head. "How could you, Louis? After everything we have been through? When did this start?" Tears stream down his face from his bright blue eyes. I have never felt this terrible—I caused those tears. I look over at Harry and my hatred for him consumes me so that I shove him instead of answering Elijah. Harry is caught off guard and stumbles backward, but he steadies himself before he falls.
"Elijah, I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." I rush over to my boyfriend and try to hug him, but he refuses to let me touch him. And he's probably right to. If I'm being honest, I've not been good to Elijah for a while. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I suppose something crazy like Harry becoming decent and me breaking up with Elijah so I could date him—how stupid can I be? Or that I could just stay away from Harry and Elijah would never know about what happened between us? The problem is that I can't stay away from Harry. I am a moth to his flame, and he never hesitates to burn me. Both were stupid and naïve ideas, but I haven't made one good "choice since I've met Harry.
"I don't know what you were thinking, either," Elijah says, with a look of regret and hurt in his eyes. "I don't even know you anymore."
And with that, he walks out the door. Out of my life.
"Elijah, please! Wait!" I rush after him, but Harry grabs my arm and tries to pull me back.
"Don't touch me! I can't believe you! This is low, Harry , even for you." I scream and jerk my arm out of his grasp. I push him again, hard. I have never pushed anyone in my life before today, and I hate him so much.
"If you go after him, I'm done," he says, and my mouth falls open.
"Done? Done with what? Fooking with my emotions? I hate you!" But not wanting him to feed off my rage, I slow down and speak more calmly. "You can't end something that never began."
His hands fall to his sides and his mouth opens but no words come out.
"Elijah!" I call and rush out the door. I run down the hall and out across the great lawn, finally catching up to him in the parking lot. He starts walking faster.
"Elijah, please listen. I am sorry, so sorry. I was drinking. I know that isn't an excuse, but I..." I wipe my eyes and his face softens.
"I can't listen to you anymore..." he says. His eyes are red. I reach for his hand, but he pulls away.
"Elijah, please, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I can't lose him. I just can't.
Reaching his car, he runs a hand over his perfectly gelled hair, then turns to face me. "I just need some time, Louis . I don't know what to think right now."

"I sigh in defeat, not knowing what to say to that. He just needs time to get over this and we can go back to normal. He just needs time, I tell myself.
"I love you, Louis ," Elijah says, then catches me by surprise when he kisses my forehead before climbing into his car and driving away."

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