I won't Tell

Part Twenty-Two

(not edited) (TW! I don't usually put these but SUICIDE WARNING!)(self-harm)  

[Gemma's pov]

Things have been different...and I don't know whether in a good way or bad...since Louis has shown up Harry has changed, and again I don't know if he has changed for to better or for the worst.

I have seen some things between Harry and Louis that seem suspicious, but, I have decided to let it sit for now. Once something big happens then I will say something.

"I dunno babe, I think you are overanalyzing the situation," Jake sighed on the opposite side of the phone.

"No, literally just the other night I was just getting inside and I heard so much raucous that it sounded like they were running! Then-"

"-They are teenage boys, that is to be expected!" Jake interrupted

"No! Because later I found Harry's belt on the floor by the couch! His fucking belt Jake!" I felt like I had just let something off of my chest, and I was able to breathe again.

"Okay, well I don't know what to tell you, love, that all just sounds normal to me," I put a pout on.

"Hey, no pouting!" Jake called through the phone.

"Why not?" I said still pouting.

" 'Cause I'm not there to kiss it away!" My heart melted.

"I love you," I stated.

"I love you too Gemma," We were both just staring into each other's beauty not wanting to ever hang up. 

"Wait," I said breaking the moment.

"What?" He asked. 

"Why are the boys being so quiet?" I was getting skeptical again.

"Babe, just leave them alone! They are fine," Jake sighed yet again.

"No! I am bringing you with me so you can also see what is happening so maybe you will finally believe me!" I got off my bed and tried to sneak out of my room as quietly as humanly possible. Thankfully it was Harry who got the squeaky door and not me.

When I crept down the hallway I peaked my head passed the wall to see the kitchen, and there they were. My mouth fell open. I could not believe my eyes.

[Louis' pov]

We were making sure our voices were hushed so that Gemma could not hear up but ever once in a while she would yell. I was so lost in Harry's eyes. It was like they were made for me to fall into and never escape. 

We were both still sitting at the counter just with our chairs turned so that my knees were in between Harry's. Both of my hands were in one of his as his other hand would slowly run through my hair.

"So," He started.

"Do you ever plan on telling me what you dreamt about last night?" I sighed, avoiding eye contact.

"Harry," I said soft-spoken.

"It was really scary Lou, I have never had to deal with that." His tone was the same as mine just filled with more worry.

"I know, and I said that I was sorry," I was still avoiding his emerald orbs not wanting to feel any worse than how I was already feeling. His hand came to the bottom of my chin gently forcing me to look up at him.

"Louis," He whispered. I hummed a yes in response.

"You were screaming." My eyes were bouncing between his.