I won't Tell

Part Twenty Three

(not edited) 

[Harry's pov] 

How? 

How was this happening? 

I seem to be asking myself that a lot lately. Because right now I was laying in a hospital bed with a worldwide known criminal, with his head on my chest and his limbs tangled with mine as I was playing with his hair and him telling me that he 'might' love me.

Until now I hadn't noticed that there were no handcuffs. So I started to see if they put any on him, not that I wanted him to be in cuffs I was just shocked that I couldn't find them. I then looked down at his ankles and saw a pair of cuffs on either ankle. I sighed out of sadness.

I pulled my phone out as carefully as possible because I did not want to wake Louis up. I checked the time and it read eleven forty-five am. I was thankful that it was not nighttime or else that would make this situation so much worse. 

Right as I was about to turn my phone off when Gemma called. I was quick to answer hoping that my ringtone wouldn't wake Louis. 

"Hey," I said softly.

"Hi," She sounded worried. "So? Update, please? I have been waiting for like an hour!" Now she was upset.

"Jesus, okay," I explained to her that he had gotten stitches and how Louis had to have a blood transfusion. I also told her that he was put on meds and that I was going to have to go into my office to sign papers to show that Louis really did need all of the drugs they gave him and that he did not use them illegally. I also made sure to leave out the part where he said that he loved me.

All of the doctors that had helped asked me if there was any family or friends that I should call, but sadly I had to say no because there is no one else besides me that he has. It made me want to cry having to explain this whole entire painful process again. 

I don't even know why he did it, that's what was really getting me. Gemma and I were fighting and then I saw Gemma's facial expression change and so I turned around and saw Louis cutting himself. My heart was so broken for this small fragile boy that was currently in my arms fast asleep.

"Wait, how much did you say he weighed?" She said shocked. 

"He is a twenty-year-old male who is under 45.3 kilograms" (a/n 100 pounds) I could practically hear her shaking her head in disapproval.

"Oh my god, Harry! He was in our care and he weighed that much?" She sounded disappointed.

"I know! I hate it just as much!" Thre was a pause.

"Wait, Gemma, why do you even care?" I asked sitting up ever so slightly. "I thought you hated Louis?" I said again.

"Damn it Harry I don't hate Louis okay!" She stated angrily. 

"Then why do you always treat him like shit?" 

"I don't!" 

"Uhh yeah, you do!" I could tell my voice was getting louder because Louis' eyebrows pulled together, he almost looked sad in his sleep, yet he still looked like perfection. 

"No! I just got angry when he first showed up because he is a criminal! He has been to prison, done drugs, robbed places, and god knows what else! And then one day he is just living with us! And while I am trying to keep my distance; because he is a bad person, you are getting up close and personal with him!" Her voice started to get softer as she ended her rant, so I was thankful.

"What did you want me to do Gemma? Treat him like an animal? Act like he is a piece of shit living with us?" I asked upset. She sighed.

"I-I don't know Harry!" She sounded so unsure of what to do. "I just don't what you getting hurt." Her voice cracked.