In Front Of A Camera

• chapter two •

Louis saw Harry fanning his eyes, tears threatening to fall as he stood there. Louis didn't know what to do, so he decided to approach him, thinking maybe he could help calm him down. "Hey...umm I heard you having a pretty heated call. Everything alright?" Louis asked, putting a hand on Harry's boney shoulder.

Harry jerked away, suddenly just blowing up, like Mitch had warned Louis. "Just fuck off! Do you have to follow me everywhere I fucking go! You're just fucking obsessed with me aren't you?" Harry snapped, getting so angry and Louis was startled, definitely not expecting that reaction.

"I'm sorry I was just-...." Louis started but Harry interrupted and got so angry. "No! Just fuck off! Actually, ya know what? Cancel the whole fucking thing! I'm done! Done with you, and this whole damn shoot!" Harry yelled, causing Mitch to come out to see what was going on.

"Cancel it Mitch! I'm fucking done. I'm tired of this fucking stalker!" Harry told him, starting to walk off into the parking lot and Mitch was shocked. "Harry, wait" Mitch said quickly, but Harry waved him off as he stormed away.

"What happened?" Mitch asked Louis as Harry walked away. "I dunno...he was like crying on the phone and I heard and I tried to make things better but he just blew up at me..." Louis said, seeing a completely different person than who was just all shy and timid just a few minutes earlier.

"Well don't take it personally...he does that when he's upset. I promise he really is a nice person, he just is so different at work. I don't know how to even explain it" Mitch sighed, looking worried and now stressed because Harry had cancelled the whole shoot. "Pack up your stuff I guess...cuz he's not gonna come back now" Mitch told Louis as he went back inside to inform everyone what went down.

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It took Louis hours to pack up his things, he just had so much equipment and everyone trying to pack up was just chaotic and it just took him a while to actually get it done.

So he was the last to leave, getting all his things into his car and starting to drive home when he saw Harry standing outside. Now it was winter and as night fell it was freezing and here Harry was standing outside with a small zip up hoodie on, shivering. "Baby please...pick up the phone, I'm sorry about earlier, I-I'll do anything you want when I get home. I-I just need a ride home" Harry begged his boyfriend Liam, who had refused to pick him up or answer any of his calls. This was like the fourth voicemail Harry had left.

Louis saw him talking desperately into the phone, crying as he did, not thinking anyone was watching. But, against his better judgement, pulled his car up next to him. He rolled his window down and the second Harry saw him he frowned. "God...please just leave me alone" Harry groaned, wiping his eyes quickly, surprisingly not blowing up this time.

Louis' heart honestly just shattered seeing Harry cry. He didn't know why he had so much sympathy for someone who continuously snapped at him, but he did and he almost couldn't help those feelings. "I don't want to make you upset, I just noticed you still haven't gone home. I was wondering if you needed a ride? It's a sorry for eavesdropping earlier, that wasn't cool of me...a ride is the least I could do" Louis told him, hoping he didn't snap at him.

Harry was quiet at first as he was really trying to decide if this was a good idea. He looked back down at his phone, seeing Liam hadn't texted or called back and it was late, so he just sighed heavily and got in Louis' car without a word.

Harry mumbled his address to Louis, buckling his seatbelt and shivering, sandwiching his hands in between his boney, trembling thighs. Harry had wiped, or cried, Louis couldn't tell which, all of his makeup off and the bruise on his face was more apparent. He was pale, gaunt looking, and exhausted. Louis couldn't help but stare, although he did think Harry was absolutely gorgeous, there was obviously a problem.

But he started driving, not talking at first because he didn't know what to say. He was about to try and make small talk but Harry spoke up, which surprised him. "Ummm...I'm sorry about earlier, I've just had a bad day...I shouldn't have blown up" Harry muttered, barely even audible to Louis.

"Oh, erm...don't be sorry. Everyone has bad days." Louis told him, not really knowing what to say because he wasn't expecting Harry to speak.

Harry just nodded, wiping at his eyes, trying to be nonchalant but it was obvious he'd teared up a little again. Now, Louis didn't know this but Harry was terrified to go home. He knew Liam was mad and he was scared to face him, he hated when Liam was mad. But he would never admit that to anyone, that's why he was in this situation.

Soon they pulled into Harry's neighborhood and Harry turned to Louis. "Just drop me off here" he said, not wanting Liam to know someone gave him a ride home, so he would walk the rest of the way. "You sure? Your house isn't for a whole other street..." Louis asked, confused, but Harry was already unbuckling.

"Yes...thank you for the ride." Harry said shortly, getting out when Louis pulled to a stop and he quickly left. Louis watched as he walked away, walking with a purpose to get home. Louis sighed, driving away and leaving Harry to walk the rest of his way home.

Harry was hiding something, but he wasn't sure what it was...but he wanted to get to the bottom of it...

Hey, Violet here. Thanks for reading the chapter. Hope you enjoyed :)