What Does Forever Mean to You? (Sequel to "When I Said Forever, I Meant It")

Chapter 17: Too Deep

And why is he getting so moody all of a sudden. We have been great for so long and now all of a sudden this drama is going down. We don't lie to each other. We've always told the truth. But now he thinks I'm lying. Why would I ever lie to him?

"What I want to know, Louis, is what the fuck your problem is?! Our relationship is as strong as hell and I have never lied to you. Not about anything, so why would I lie about this?" I scream at Louis. The flood gates in Louis's eyes fly open and tears cascade down his face.

"My problem is that for the past hour you have been on the opposite side of the room, dancing with a group of random girls, completely ignoring me. This is the first time we've gone out in London and we're spending it apart," Louis says between sobs. I just shake my head. Here comes his neediness. I can't freaking stand it.

"I'm sorry that I met some new people and wanted to hang out with them. The world doesn't revolve around you," I yell at him. He can be so freaking selfish sometimes.

"I know the world doesn't. What I'm saying is you could've invited me over with you," Louis says, his patience slimming, "but because you didn't, it's obvious you wanted them so much that you couldn't bear to be seen with your boyfriend." Louis finishes his thought and his face lights up. He must've realised something.

"Oh I got it now. You didn't want them to know I was your boyfriend," Louis says almost laughing. "what were you afraid they would be disgusted by you?" Louis stops sobbing and starts laughing. He hunches over in a fit of giggles.

"You wanted to bone them so bad you didn't even want them to know about me," Louis says continuing his laughing spree. I stand there stone cold; not laughing in any way.

"You know what Louis? You are absolutely right! I didn't want them to know about you," I say looking at him in his eyes. He stops laughing and looks at me.

"Because any time I'm with you I get these disgusted looks. Because they see the gay radiate out of you and immediately judge me and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of people hating me because of you!" I shout fed up with all of this. Louis simultaneously stops laughing and looks at me heartbroken.

"Ha-Haz..." Louis says just above a whisper. I barely hear it over the music blaring in the background. It's amazing that everyone else in the club is completely oblivious to what's going on.

"No Louis. There's nothing you can say. I'm sick of it. I threw away my life in Doncaster for you because I didn't care about it. I didn't care what people thought of me because I was bailing on that place as soon as possible. And when I moved here I expected it to be different. That we could start a life together and everything would be better, but it isn't. Nothing's changed. I still walk down the street with you and get the same looks as the people in Doncaster gave me. They judge me like they know me but they don't. They judge me strictly because I'm holding your hand. Or because my arm is around your waist. I'm just sick and fucking tired of it," I yell at Louis. Louis just stares at me. His tears have been falling down his face since I started this rant.

"Haz. Hazza, you don't mean that. You are just drunk. You don't know what you're saying," Louis says reaching for my hand. I yank it away and push him back from me.

"I know exactly what I'm saying Louis. I'm sick and tired of being around a big fag!" I scream before spinning around and marching through the crowd on the dance floor.

I get back to the group with Victoria and they welcome me back with a loud shout. I smile at them and make eye contact with Victoria. She winks at me and a slither my way over to her. We start bumping and grinding in time with the music. Soon i am just as hot and sweaty as everyone else in the club.