World Tour
Gradual
***Harry Styles***
Monday, August 20th, 2012 – North London, England
I was too enthralled in my conversation with Louis to hear the footsteps on the stairs, and by the look on my boyfriend’s face, he hadn’t either. Liam, Niall, and Zayn walked in just as Louis brought up Liam’s drinking. I stared at Louis at his comment – there was no way he really felt that way, was there?
“Louis,” Liam gasped, obviously having heard his comment as well. I hoped Zayn hadn’t heard mine about knowing he hated me. Liam walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on Louis’s shoulder as Louis shifted to lie down on his back so he could see them. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. This did not have to happen. I would’ve found a way to get sober, I know it, you guys would’ve helped me. Don’t ever think that you had to suffer for my sake, Lou, that is not true.” Liam was choked up.
“Liam, I don’t mind,” Louis said, and tears spilled from his eyes. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I need you to be okay.” Liam leaned over Louis and hugged him, and I gently played with Louis’s hair.
“I am, I’m okay now,” Liam promised in a voice barely above a whisper. “Now we need to get you better, and Harry too.”
“I’m okay,” I said.
“Good,” Niall said, and he hopped up on the bed with us. I smiled, then Zayn and Liam joined us as well. For anyone else, five guys in the same bed would be a bit weird, but for us, it was exactly what we all needed. And Zayn didn’t act like he’d heard me talking about him, so that was good.
After awhile, I got up to make breakfast for everyone, figuring that was the least I could do for all their help in finding Louis. The guys left after we ate, Liam promising he would be okay on his own now, and for the first time in awhile I believed him. Louis and I went into the living room and I set him up with blankets and pillows on the couch, hoping the extra cushioning would help soothe his bruises. I went to go to the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, but Louis called me back.
“Harry,” he said. I turned and looked at him. “You’re not going to hurt me. And if you do, it’s worth it. Please, come lay down with me.” He was so cute when he begged. I smiled and walked over to him, then gently climbed on the couch behind him and wrapped my arms carefully around his stomach as we turned on a movie.
“I love you, Lou,” I reminded him shortly after the movie started. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes smiling.
“I love you, too,” he said, appreciatively. I kissed him, then we turned back to the movie.
Louis gradually got better over the next few days, both physically and emotionally; at least it seemed that way. He was smiling and even joking around again. He didn’t bring up what had happened so I didn’t either, wanting to give him some time to heal. On Thursday of that same week, Max texted me to see if I wanted to grab dinner, and a night out sounded wonderful but I was apprehensive about leaving Louis alone.
“I’ll be fine,” Louis promised me when I brought it up. “You should go.” He knew how nice it was for me to have a friend outside of the band. I still felt weird going to dinner alone with a guy who wasn’t one of our band mates though, no matter how straight Max was.
“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” I asked Louis.
“Am I sure what doesn’t bother me?” he asked.
“Me having dinner with another guy…” I said quietly. I know it sounded silly, but I wanted Louis to know I respected him and our relationship. Louis put his hands on my shoulders.
“Harry, I trust you,” he said. “You’re allowed to have friends. I think this is good for you. Would it bother you if I went out to dinner alone with Max?”
“No, I guess not,” I said, truthfully. As jealous as I could get, I trusted Louis, too, and friends were important.
“Then go,” Louis told me. “I’ll be fine here. It’ll be good for me to have some Louis time.”
“I can call one of the guys and see if they can come over,” I offered. Louis smiled.
“I’m okay,” he told me. “If I need something, I’ll let you know. Go have fun. And bring me back a dessert.” I smiled and nodded, then kissed Louis goodbye and went to meet Max at the restaurant.
Monday, August 20th, 2012 – North London, England
I was too enthralled in my conversation with Louis to hear the footsteps on the stairs, and by the look on my boyfriend’s face, he hadn’t either. Liam, Niall, and Zayn walked in just as Louis brought up Liam’s drinking. I stared at Louis at his comment – there was no way he really felt that way, was there?
“Louis,” Liam gasped, obviously having heard his comment as well. I hoped Zayn hadn’t heard mine about knowing he hated me. Liam walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on Louis’s shoulder as Louis shifted to lie down on his back so he could see them. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. This did not have to happen. I would’ve found a way to get sober, I know it, you guys would’ve helped me. Don’t ever think that you had to suffer for my sake, Lou, that is not true.” Liam was choked up.
“Liam, I don’t mind,” Louis said, and tears spilled from his eyes. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I need you to be okay.” Liam leaned over Louis and hugged him, and I gently played with Louis’s hair.
“I am, I’m okay now,” Liam promised in a voice barely above a whisper. “Now we need to get you better, and Harry too.”
“I’m okay,” I said.
“Good,” Niall said, and he hopped up on the bed with us. I smiled, then Zayn and Liam joined us as well. For anyone else, five guys in the same bed would be a bit weird, but for us, it was exactly what we all needed. And Zayn didn’t act like he’d heard me talking about him, so that was good.
After awhile, I got up to make breakfast for everyone, figuring that was the least I could do for all their help in finding Louis. The guys left after we ate, Liam promising he would be okay on his own now, and for the first time in awhile I believed him. Louis and I went into the living room and I set him up with blankets and pillows on the couch, hoping the extra cushioning would help soothe his bruises. I went to go to the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, but Louis called me back.
“Harry,” he said. I turned and looked at him. “You’re not going to hurt me. And if you do, it’s worth it. Please, come lay down with me.” He was so cute when he begged. I smiled and walked over to him, then gently climbed on the couch behind him and wrapped my arms carefully around his stomach as we turned on a movie.
“I love you, Lou,” I reminded him shortly after the movie started. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes smiling.
“I love you, too,” he said, appreciatively. I kissed him, then we turned back to the movie.
Louis gradually got better over the next few days, both physically and emotionally; at least it seemed that way. He was smiling and even joking around again. He didn’t bring up what had happened so I didn’t either, wanting to give him some time to heal. On Thursday of that same week, Max texted me to see if I wanted to grab dinner, and a night out sounded wonderful but I was apprehensive about leaving Louis alone.
“I’ll be fine,” Louis promised me when I brought it up. “You should go.” He knew how nice it was for me to have a friend outside of the band. I still felt weird going to dinner alone with a guy who wasn’t one of our band mates though, no matter how straight Max was.
“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” I asked Louis.
“Am I sure what doesn’t bother me?” he asked.
“Me having dinner with another guy…” I said quietly. I know it sounded silly, but I wanted Louis to know I respected him and our relationship. Louis put his hands on my shoulders.
“Harry, I trust you,” he said. “You’re allowed to have friends. I think this is good for you. Would it bother you if I went out to dinner alone with Max?”
“No, I guess not,” I said, truthfully. As jealous as I could get, I trusted Louis, too, and friends were important.
“Then go,” Louis told me. “I’ll be fine here. It’ll be good for me to have some Louis time.”
“I can call one of the guys and see if they can come over,” I offered. Louis smiled.
“I’m okay,” he told me. “If I need something, I’ll let you know. Go have fun. And bring me back a dessert.” I smiled and nodded, then kissed Louis goodbye and went to meet Max at the restaurant.
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