A/N: OK this ff is officially closed. So you guys can request me for a sequel or something that you feel incompleted. And if it is, I'll do a sequel. Thanks for reading.

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Harry's P.O.V

"I can't believe you did it to me!" I look at Louis, tears fill my eyes. It is hurt, my heart is torn. Ah... here comes the pain.

How can Louis do this thing to me. How can he make me love him and then dump me? How can he play trick on me?

Louis has always been a joker, but I can't believe he would dare to do such thing to me, his best friend just because of a silly bet. I can't believe Louis has picked a game over me. It is such a heart break.

I still remember the day Louis told me he had a crush on me. I laughed, but sincerely I found it strangely pleasant. Louis then asked me if I wanted to go out with him and that was when I knew he was serious. I didn't know it was all part of a game. If I did, I wouldn't accept him being my boyfriend, to be in this stupid relationship and then got broken.

Louis' P.O.V

I can't never ever imagine Harry's reaction to what I said would be so strong. I thought I knew Hary the best among the lads, and that Harry wouldn't be pissed when I use this trick on him, but I was wrong... Harry is unbelievably sensitive over this.

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Zayn and I were drunk and we had made a bet, that is Zayn must make Liam love him, and I was supposed to do the same with Harry. It was quite a gay game we could come up with and I I figured it might be fun.

I didn't know how Zayn did, but I thought it would be easy to seduce Harry, since we live in the same appartment and that Hary always seems to be an open-minded person... I don't know, I seriously don't.

Two years later

Louis' P.O.V

One Direction remains the top on the chartboard, always! Harry and I kissed and made up. See? Told you he was easy-going. However, it feels like there's a crack between our friendship!

Look at Liam and Zayn, I felt quite jealous. Who knows after the bet, Zayn ended up falling in love with Liam and they are living the happiest bromance ever!

On the contrary, Harry and I, after the bet, are falling apart. Larry Stylinson is no longer the best thing to discuss and whenever one of the boys (and when I say one of the boys, I mean Niall) mention it, he would snap them like this: "No, not Larry Stylinson, just Harry Styles and Louis Homo!" Yup, FUCK YOU HARRY FUCKING STYLES! That homo dares to call me homo!

...

"Whatya doin?" I ask wrapping my arms around his neck and messing with his haid.

"Stop playing with my curls Lou!" Harry faces seriously. He had lost the fun he used to have since that day... "I'll have to have my hair done now for my date, AGAIN."

"You're going out again? Is it that girl Lindsay again?" I ask curiously.

"None of your bussiness." Harry frowns and answers me rudely. "And nope, I broke up with her!"

AGAIN? This is the third one in this month. And today is just 8/5. "So will you go home today?"

Harry looks at me in disbelief. "Lou Lou Lou! Have you ever seen me going home without hooking up? Don't wait for me! I'll take care of myself"

WHAT? Harry is changing into somebody else. Where is the caring Harry that I used to know? Why would he be so mean while speaking to me? With other boys, he isn't at all like this. What is wrong with him and me?

Harry's P.O.V

It's still hurt so much. It's been 2 years and the pain sometimes goes on itching as I think about how he played around with my heart. I am so silly. Louis is straight and I should have known that! I shouldn't fall for him... I wouldn't become like this.

"Hey beautiful!" A cute girl driving a car smiles when she sees me. Who is she anyway? "So are you ready for an exhausting night with me?"

So this is the girl I date. I hop on the car, seeing the girl leaning sedutively on me to try to turn on the radio station. She is exposing herself to me, but I hardly feel anything. I just hook up, that's what I do, I don't feel much...

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"You should leave now!" Nikki says (well that's her name).

"You say what? It's 1 AM do you know that?" I peak a look at the watch. Seriously, what is she trying to tell met? I thought everyone wants to be as long as possible with the most handsome man (which means me) in One Direction.

"LEAVE! NOW!" She emphasizes every word.

"Why may I ask?" I smirk seductively. Yup I know this trick. She is trying to arouse my interest. WRONG babe! 'Coz Harry Styles knows how crazy girls are in love with him.... And everyone calls Zayn the vain, not me!

"OK if you insist on knowing why, I'll tell you." She begins to explain. "I am not interested in One Direction or any of your song. I am just making a bet with my friend seeing if I could hook up with a celebrity and you suddenly came into view. Sorry for making this so obvious but you're just not to my taste!"

I look at Nikki disgustingly. How can she be like this? How can she be like... Louis? This reminds me of the pain I had 2 years ago... and Louis's joke... This, the fact that she is joking on me, is the same as what Louis had done. And it just kills me to think about Louis, not her or her friends. I can almost feel strength building up in my fist. I want to punch her... but I can't, I can't hurt someone for the thing they didn't make. It's Louis who caused the pain I'm having.

I pick up the clothes at the end of her bed. I want to go home, although I know how Louis will laugh at me. I want him to hold me in his arm, although that's quite impossible.

Louis' P.O.V

I can't sleep. All I think about today is how Harry speaks to me, how he treats me like I'm a stranger, worse than a stranger. I wonder what he is doing, probably having fun with the girl that I don't even know. It hurts me to think about that, and it hurts me double to think that I'm the one who caused him to be such a playboy like this. He is not himself anymore. He might not notice this, but the way he deals with thing, I can tell it for sure he isn't that kind of boy. He never is. It's just a cover he puts on. I used to do the same thing to hide my gay love away from him... I don't know why I did that, guess I'll never know. I should have just told him how I felt about him instead of using it as a joke. Love isn't something you can play with. I had paid too much for this lesson.

"Ring ring!" The door bell? I look at the clock. It's already been 1:30. Who could possibly come at this moment?

I get to the door and peaks a look. Standing there is Harry. The boy doesn't look so delighted. He looks tired and... cry-able.

"What is it mate? I thought you're going to stay out for the n-?"

Harry suddenly runs into my lap, causing me to jump. He is crying...? What is wrong with him?

"What's the matter Harry?" I close the door, walking the crying Harry inside.

I place him down on the coach, turning on the light. He remains silent. He doesn't speak to me, or he doesn't want to. His palm clenches into a fist. I can hear hardly anything besides his vulnerable sob.

"Come here Harry!" I sit down next to him, opening my arms. He leans on my chest, his head is placing on my neck and I can feel the tears streaming down my chest. My shirt is wet and his warmth really turns me on. I want to hold him in my arms and kiss away the pain, but I understand how stupid and nonsense it is.

Then suddenly he gave me a bite on the neck. I let out a groan, pushing him away. "What the fuck? What is that for Harry Styles?"

I didn't know what I was doing at that moment. I JUST PUSHED HIM AWAY. I didn't think much. Harry eyes at the ground, looking vulnerable. Did I hurt him?...

"Harry I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push y-!" This feeling I'm having, is it guilt? Or more than that?

"It's nothing."He wipes away the tears and smiles. He smiles? It feels more like he is swallowing the pain and taking it all by himself. No I don't want this. I want to be the one who he would share anything with. "I'm going back to my room!"

Harry is acting strong again. He can't fool anyone, especially me. His eyes say it all... I feel tears are floating in my eyes. I'm hurt thinking how he is trying to hide his feeling from me... I don't know. Maybe he is right, maybe I'm a homo!

He rushes to his room and still rubbing his eyes. NO PLEASE HARRY DON'T LEAVE ME. Half of me dies watching him walk away. I want to hold him back down and whisper into his ears that I need him here and... I love him. Harry, what have you done to my heart? And Louis Tommo, what have you done to turn your best friend into a devil?

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I walk to my room, which is opposite his. I need a sleep. It's 2 o'clock and I'll pass out if I don't catch any soon. I want a place that I can cry myself to bed right now. It's so cruel letting me face the spacious living room alone. If he doesn't want to speak to me about it, about anything happened to him today, fine, I'll just let it go and pretend like this never happens...

As I am opening the door, I hear a painful sob in his room. In a blink of an eye, my thought changes and it is dawned on me that I can't just leave him crying with no reason. And at that moment, I find myself standing inches away from knocking on his door.

"Haz? Are you in there?" I decided not to knock but ask for his response. "Please Hazza, if you need me, just say so!"

There's no way he needs me. That's the most stupid thing I've said...

The door suddenly swings open. OK I take that back, that's the wisest thing I've ever said.

Harry is standing there, looking at me curiously and annoyedly like nothing had happened, except his reddish green eyes. "You sometimes really get on my nerves, Boo! Why can't you just pretend like you saw nothing, heard nothing and go back to your fucking annoying bed?"

Oh my god. Harry just shouted at me. And I don't know why, but I think I'm crying as the tears are streaming down my pathetic face. I'm pathetic. I shouldn't have done this.

Harry is still having that kind of hateful expression on his face, he is frowning at me. He doesn't hold me, doesn't console me, doesn't say anything or do anything. He is just standing there. I hate this, I hate us, I hate myself.

"Can I ask you something?" I try my best to hide my feeling back in. It's what Harry usually does, or doesn't. Sometimes I feel like he is still in there, in this game, that the feeling we're having is mutual, but sometimes I just can't believe we're friends. If he is pretending all the time, he's doing it so well.

"Make it fast, Lou and then go-!"

I cut him off with a kiss. I grab around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips. I don't know what I'm doing. As first I nibble his lips slowly and rough and hardly think about how surprising he is. But then, as he is still standing there doing nothing, I know that I'm hopeless. Harry doesn't want me. All this time I've been living in a blurr thinking I had hurted his feeling, which could cause dislike and tears us apart, but now he doesn't feel the same as before, I am relieved... but why is there still this ache in my heart that I want to faint?

I let go of his neck. It's time to retreat. I don't want to be embarassed more. But I don't want to let go of his lips. It's so soft and kissable and I want mine to stay on it forever. I pull away. Then all of a sudden, Harry's lips are against mine. He's kissing me passionately like he had waited for this for so long and he has still lived for this moment. He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me closer into the room. He shuts the door pushes me on his bed. His bed is so warm but wet as the tears he had cried...

Harry gets on top of me and touches my pants. What? Is he trying to unzip them?

"Hell no Harry? What are you doing? Are you serious?" I push his hands away once again today.

"Serious?" Harry repeats the word I just said, then he smirks. "What do you mean by seious? Have you ever been serious before?"

His words cut like knife. The knife is sliding through me and I can see the blood streaming down... "What?" I mutter.

"There was this girl today. She hooked up with me, and then she shouted at me, saying that she was just making a bet with her friends. ON ME! You had done the same, hadn't you? But the difference between you guys is," Harry pauses mid-sentence and he forms a painful smirk, "why hadn't you hooked up with me and told me the truth later? You should just lie to me instead of telling me!"

"Har-Harry I-" I lost my ability to form words.

"I was wrong? Are you trying to say that?" Harry continues, cuts off what I'm trying to say. "oh yeah, I did. I was wrong comparing you to that chick. She is totally a bitch, but you- YOU ARE MUCH WORSE. She cheated on me and vanished into thin air, but I didn't feel a thing, while you hurted me and still here pretending like you love me? Seriously Louis, how long do you want to play this damn fucking game? It's been 2 years. Why can't you just let go of me?" Harry cries as his words tremble. It feels like he's talking to himself mainly.

I don't know what to say. So this is it? It's the thing that he was crying about. Got dumped and... thought of me? "Harry you're exaggerating things. I have never held you back, EVER!" I burst into tears. No I have, I did have held him back. It's all my fault. I know it is but I just couldn't face it. What have I done?

Harry slightly shakes his head in disbelief and my tears begin to fall. For the first time in 2 years we remain eye contact. It's still this feeling, he can read me like an open book, can't he? Guilt is eating me away.

I trembly raise my hand and move closer and closer to him. There's this disgusting expression on his face that crushes my heart into pieces. My hand touches his and he does nothing, he doesn't even move. I hold his hand for a while. He knows that I'm asking for forgiveness, but nothing, he did nothing. This isn't working.

I pull my hand back. It hurts so much that he doesn't hold mine back. This may be the end of our friendship... OK if this is the end, I have to do something unregretable and something I've been longing for.

Harry's P.O.V

Louis held my hand. I knew what he was trying to get accross, but I don't want it to end like this. All this pain I've been through, just a holding hand? I want to hear his apology and more...

Louis leans on me while I am still deeply in my thought. He kisses my lips passionately and runs his fingers around my curls. It feels so good and so exciting at the moment... I don't know what to think. If all this time I've known about Louis, it seems like a goodbye to him... When I woke up in the morning, everything might turn back to the way it used to be...

Louis mutters under his breath, tears in his eyes. His eyes are swollen because of crying, because I had said mean things to him. "I'm sorry, Harry. I never want to hurt you. I love you..."

Then he sits down on the bed, smiles, and stands up again. He wants to leave?

"Do you want to hear it? To see if you are forgiven?" I ask with my hand on his waist. He looks nervous and cute.

I kiss him as a reply. We kiss 4 times a day. All the thing I always ask for is completed, I can die now! I smile under the kiss as he strokes my hair. "You are forgiven... I love you too Boo Bear!"

I lay him down on the bed and cuddle with him...

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I feel tickle in my ears. I had the sweetest dream last night and I didn't want to wake up as the reality I may face is still there.

"Wake up beautiful!" That sound, that tickling feeling. I flutterly open my eyes.

There goes the grinning Louis, planting a kiss on my lips...

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A/N: So glad I got this published. I can focus on my schoolwork from now on lol. Don't know why this chapter gets so long though. Guess I had put quite a lot efforts into it. So vote, comment, fan?