*Harry's POV*
"Are you asleep?" I'm unable to look for myself since Louis' head is resting on my shoulder. I wouldn't want to wake him if he's asleep by me moving.
Louis looks up at me, his eyes half open. He clearly was asleep, fuck. "Not anymore." The smile on his face is heart warming, calming too.
"We still have thirty minutes 'til we get back, get some rest." Wouldn't want him to miss out on any more sleep than he already has. It was a long night after all, we hadn't planned on how long everything was going to take. But as they say, time flies when you're having fun.
"I don't want to sleep anymore." His voice cracking at the end, he still has his morning voice.
I tilt my head in confusion. He looks tired as hell, why wouldn't he want to sleep a bit more? "Why?"
"Well, there's a lot of things we have to talk about." Louis sits back up on his seat, looking around if anyone saw him resting on my shoulder. Luckily everyone has remained in their seats, that meaning no one has seen.
"Like what?" There's really nothing to talk about right now, at least I think there isn't.
"Nothing, I just figured you'd bring something up." He's such an idiot, guess I'm starting to rub off on him.
"Now that you mention that, what did your little friend back there say about your back?" I can't avoid smirking at the question.
Louis shakes his head, facing the front. The crinkles on his eyes are so beautiful, fuck he's beautiful. If I had to chose three words to tell him each and everyday, those would be it. You're beautiful.
"Niall or Dominic?" I thought it was fucking obvious who I was talking about.
"Dominbitch." His mouth opens wide in shock with my nick name for the fucker. Sorry but I can't take him seriously, not with a name that I can easily turn into something else.
"Harry," he says, swatting my arm, "don't call him that! He's been nice to you and you're so mean to him!" Dominic nice to me? Fuck no! This is exactly what Dominic tries to portray. That he's a goody goody and that he means no harm into mine and Louis' relationship.
"What do you mean he's been nice to me? You weren't conscious when me and him got into an argument, were you?" I stare at Louis, waiting for his reponse but he says nothing, "That's that I thought. You think you know him but you don't. Sooner or later he's going to try, if he hasn't already, to fuck up what you and I have going on. There's nothing but bad intentions in him, I know it." I might sound selfish right now, I know, but as I've told Louis before, nothing good will come out of him. I'm not sure exactly what he's gonna do, all I know is that it'll be bad. Yet Louis is too fucking deluded to see that in him.
"He knows I'm taken, Harry." His tone is a bit harsh, my intention wasn't to start arguing about him fuck.
"Do you think that'll stop him from doing anything? No. On top of that, okay he knows that you're taken. Does he know by who?" There's no point in asking the question, it's obvious he wouldn't say he's taking by me at all.
Louis tries to hide he face in shame, looking down, lips pressed in a flat line. "By a girl, I lied okay." I fucking knew it.
"Let me guess, you told him that those scratches were from a girl too."
"You can't expect me to tell him the truth, do you?" He finally looks up at me, his eyes a bit glossy. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn't want to make him fucking cry right after we've only gotten back together. Fucking shit.
My mind battles back and forth whether I should keep going on with the discussion or to leave it for another time. "Lou, please don't do this. I'm sorry okay? Just forget this whole shit. It wasn't my intention to make you upset about it. Fuck I'm sorry just don't cry please, not here." I have no idea if I really do want to forget this whole shit but I don't want to see him crying. The last thing I need is him arriving at his house with dried up tears.
"Maybe I'm just overreacting. But still, you have to understand that it's best to keep it from him. I don't trust him like I trust Liam and Niall, okay? Yeah he's a friend and all but I don't think I'd want him to know either way. Before you flip out and ask why I wouldn't want to tell him, listen to me. I wouldn't want to tell him simply because he'd just be another person to know about us, our love story. I don't want that. I don't want people to know the special thing we have between us two, they're not worthy of knowing about it." His words burn at my chest, yet bring ease too. I'm so fucking paranoid that I've let it go to my head, maybe Dominic isn't as bad as I make it seem. Either way, that won't make me change my mind about him. After all, it is better to be safe than sorry.
By the time I find the words to tell Louis, he's already sniffling, holding back tears. Everything is a roller coaster ride of emotions, I hate it.
"Baby," I whisper so no one will hear. My eyes search for his, soon I find myself pulling him closer. "I'm sorry, okay? I guess I just want him to know you're mine." It's true, Dominic is completely clueless. If only he knew, if only.
"I know, I know." Louis nods his head, reaching his hand out to me, in twining his fingers with mine. "Dominic asked about you." What the fuck?
"W-What? When?" I know Louis is trying to change the subject to make matters better but what the actual fuck? Dominshit actually asking for me? This has got to be a fucking joke.
Louis raises his eyebrows, eyes wide, surprised by my reaction. "He asked about you and me when I was in the hospital with him." His voice is low in an attempt to keep others from hearing. "I think he had an idea or a hint about you and me being together, as a couple. Don't worry though, I managed to talk it through." So he does fucking know, he does fucking know about me and Louis and he's trying to get in between us. I fucking knew it.
"See! This is exactly what I'm saying, he wants to ruin us."
"No he doesn't Harry. I don't think he does. Listen to me." I nod my head, letting Louis have his turn in talking again. "Dominic said that you seemed so attached to me. He asked why you're so jealous every time he talks to me. It pained me when he asked what he did do deserve your hate. He wanted to know why you hate him so much. There was only one possible explanation that I could give him without outing us." So the litte shit wanted to know why I hate him? Fuck that. I bet that was a way to have Louis feel pity for him, dumb shit.
"What did you tell him?" The eagerness I'm holding back is too much.
"That we've been friends for as long as we can remember, that you're simply just over protective. Kind of like a brother." Brother?
"Brother, Louis? Seriously? I've never heard about brothers fucking each other." My remark comes out rather rude than a joke. "I didn't mean that, sorry." I keep fucking up, fuck.
"We will be arriving to your destination in five minutes. Begin to brace for landing." The flight attendant announces over the speakers before Louis can respond to the dumb thing I've said.
"I'm sorry too. I just need you to understand that it's for the best that we keep quiet about us two, okay?"
"Okay." The last thing I want is to be arguing again, now is not the time. Five more minutes and we'll be home, thank fucking god. This was a hell of a trip, literally hell but in the end it was worth it. It feels like so much weight has been lifted off my chest, I'm almost at peace, not quite yet though.
All around us, everyone claps their hands once they get sight of our surroundings. The airport. As I look down out the window, there's people waiting for their kids to arrive. Most of them parents and family waiting for some of our classmates. I'm sure about one thing though, neither Louis' mum or my mum are here.
In the morning my mum called saying that she and Jay couldn't make it, apparently they had a "surprise" for Louis that they didn't want him to know about, or me. If I'm being completely honest, I can't think of anything that could be a surprise for him. Nothing at all.
Soon enough, the pressure dissolves when we hit the ground. At last we're back home.
*Louis' POV*
It was a bit disappointing not to find my mum at the airport waiting for me with open arms and all. Everyone else got out of the plane only to be welcomed with their loved ones, the only good thing was that Harry and I were together in this. Both our mums didn't show up at all, surprising really. My mum would usually be the first one to arrive, not this time. Harry's mum on the other hand was kind enough to drop off Harry's car in the lots, that being our only way to get back home.
I kind of missed this car. The scent, the leather seats, the speed of it whenever Harry would try to be a rebel. It's a good thing we arrived safely. Now we can continue on with the torturous hell called school tomorrow. Great.
Twenty minutes into the silent car ride, we finally arrive outside my flat. Harry parks the car on the side of the street due to his mum's and my mum's car taking up the space on the driveway.
"Go on, I'll bring your bags." Harry commands. I take the offer in a heartbeat, not wanting to carry all the bags. That's his job, not mine.
While Harry pulls out the bags out of the car, I make my way to my beloved house. It's been a while. I'd almost forgotten what it looks like.
The door creeks as I open it, any sudden movement, step, noise can be heard. The place is quiet, a little too quiet. I leave the door open, seeing that Harry is only a few feet away, carrying the bags.
"Louis!" I can hear my mum's voice calling from the upstairs. Upstairs? Why on earth would she be waiting for me upstairs?
"Where do I put these?" Harry asks while carrying the three bags in his hands. I can't help but stare at his biceps that are perfectly formed on his arms as he carries the heavy bags. Might as well let him carry them a bit more, you know to enjoy the view.
"Right next to the door." I make no effort in having him keep carrying them.
Harry does as I say, setting the bags down next to the door. As soon as he does, he turns on his heels, heading back the direction he came from.
"Wait. Where are you going?" I'm beyond confused, he has no purpose in leaving, his mum is here after all, so am I.
He turns back around, stepping towards me. His face now inches apart from mine. He brings my face up to him by placing his finger under my chin, lifting it up. His soft, plump lips lock with mine instantly. It's an innocent kiss, just like intended with the "taking this relationship slowly" thing.
"I have to go take care of somethings. Remember how we said we were leaving the past, forgetting about it?" Harry says, stepping away enough for me to stop looking up at him.
"Yes."
"There's still something I need to clear up so I can finally move on and get closure myself. Hope that's okay with you?" Closure? He still hasn't gotten enough closure? Obviously there's something he's keeping from me, but I won't argue. I myself have my own secret to keep from him. It would only be fair.
"It's fine. Do you want me to tell your mum you left?"
"If you want, it doesn't really matter." He shrugs his shoulders, opening the door, taking a step out of it. "I'll see you tomorrow babe." With a wink of his eye and the puckering of his lips, he leave the premises, closing the door behind him.
Lou, baby, babe, what's next?
I can't help but smile at his adorable nicknames he's called me. They're really nothing special to him but for me they are. It's dumb, I know and the blushing in my cheeks is even more dumb.
"Louis!" Again, my mum calls out. If she's so eager to see my why won't she come down, fuck.
"I'm coming!" I yell back, rushing up the stairs to see what the whole fuss is about.
My eyes widen at the sight of the room I walk into with her and Anne. This is no fucking guest room anymore. What the hell?
Pink everywhere. Pink blankets, pink walls, pink curtains, everything pink! A small changing table is against the wall along with a dresser and a crib? A crib?
"What the hell is this?" I wave my hands in the hair, motioning them to everything I'm seeing. Anne's face is nothing but shock, my mum's too. This can't be happening, fuck no. No!
"Louis, I'm pregnant." My mum is capable of getting the words out of her mouth even after my reaction to it all.
"Pregnant? Pregnant. You're pregnant?" I'm practically yelling now. She's got to be fucking kidding! This is a complete joke!
Me and her have discussed this whole topic in the past. The topic of having more children and shit! She works hard enough to keep a roof over my head and hers how will she manage to have another under it?
"Yes Louis I'm-" She grabs her stomach, moving her hand around. You can't even tell she's pregnant in the first place!
"I heard what you fucking said! Don't you dare tell me that, that kid is Thomas's! You've known the fucker for a few months! Now you're pregnant? Was this supposed to be some kind of surprise? Well surprise to fucking me!" I snap at her. She's only known this fucking Thomas for a few months, now she's having his kid? To hell with it! How can she do this to me? She can barely support me and her living in this house, let along another kid. All she's doing is digging the hole of her problems in deeper.
"Louis, please. This is your mother you're talking to." Anne raises her voice. As much as I want to yell at her too, I know it isn't her fault.
"I'm sorry Anne but I can't accept this. You yourself know this is wrong!" It's all so fucking wrong and not to mention that they've used this as the time to tell me this. What the fuck is wrong with them?! I've only been home for five minutes and this fucking happens?
"Yes, Louis I do know it's wrong. All you can do is try to help your mum with it and support the decisions she makes." At least I know she's kind of on my side, kind of. "Look at your mother, you have her in tears now." I look over at my mum. Her hand wipes the tears streaming down her face. If she's doing this to make me feel pity for her, it's not working.
"I can't." I say, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. " There's no way I can continue with this, not now. I need space, a place to breathe, and take it all in. It's too much, too much. It's all too much to take I'm at once, so fast. I've just come home only to know ten minutes later that my mother is pregnant?!
Without further remorse, I leave the room, running. This house won't help, I need to get out. I need Harry.
With a swift motion, I pull my phone out of my pocket as I step out of the front door of the house. One ring, two, three, four, five, no answer. Where is he?
I look around the street but there aren't any signs of him. Maybe I can walk it off? Just maybe. This is too much to come to. Paris and the drama there was one thing, now this? My mum pregnant? It's like right when my puzzle is fitting right back like it was after being dismantled, a piece is misplaced and I'm left to fix it again and find a way to put it back together.
*Harry's POV*
As soon as I leave Louis' house, I don't hesitate in calling Niall. After all he's apart of the what I'm going to do next. We planned it all out, more like discussed it but still. Same shit.
"Hello?" Niall answers on the second ring.
"Did you talk to Zayn?" I ask.
"Yeah, yeah. He said he'd meet up with you at the park next to the school."
"Tell him I'll be there in a minute." He hangs up. For ones I'll open up to Zayn about this whole shit and leave it in the passed. I've even dying to tell him this since me, Niall, and Liam first discussed it back at the hotel. I'll finally get closure, I think.
I've only been here for an hour bit the sooner I get this done the better. The faster I clear this up, the closer I'll be to moving on with my relationship with Louis.
Zayn's car is parked out in the parking lot along with another car. I'm sure that one has nothing to do with Zayn, I'll ignore it.
I decide to park my next to Zayn's, only obvious that's the best decision. As I park my car I see Zayn step out of the small vacant playground. He's not like before, at all. Louis was right, he's changed for the best.
No more biker boots, leather jackets, piercings, graphic tees. It's a completely new Zayn.
"Why'd you call me out here for?" He asks, approaching the car. I step out of it before he gets any closer, leaving my phone inside it to avoid distractions.
"To talk to you obviously." I state it, hoping he'll come into realization.
"Talk about what?" He plays with his phone in his hand, leaning against his car.
"Sam." I say, stepping out of my car, confronting Zayn. I'm now only a few feet away, facing him.
"Sam?" He questions, thinking that's I'm completely out of my mind.
"Yes about Sam. Louis knows about him and what he did, and so do Liam and Niall. I'm left to tell you. I've kept it a secret for too long and I'm sorry." I keep talking while walking along side Zayn as we walk towards the small tables in the park.
"What are you talking about?" He's bewildered, unable to comprehend what I'm stating. I'll just go right out and say it.
"He raped me, Zayn. Sam raped me." He stops in his tracks. His facial features clearly show shock and confusion. He repeatedly shakes his head in denial but soon realizes that I'm not lying, dropping onto his knees, cupping his hands in his face, helpless.
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