Harry and Louis walked to Louis's truck, still holding hands, not thinking about it but continued to walk just as a bright light flashed like someone took a picture. Louis let Harry's hand drop then looked for the flash of where he saw it. Harry watched Louis walk over to a bush. Harry played with his empty hand, he wanted Louis to hold them again so he could feel the security Louis has over him. He knew that no matter what Louis would never let him go, but was there something hidden behind that message or was that something to say just to make him smile? Louis searched through the bush but found nothing then walked back to Harry with a smile to his truck. As he was walking back he noticed that Harry didn't have his smile on his face but a fake one, what was he hiding? They both got to Louis's truck and sat there. Louis didn't put his key in the ignition but looked at Harry, "What's going on?"
Harry looked at Louis with confusion. Louis repeated the question again, "What's wrong?" Harry sat in the truck with his head low, minutes passed until Harry finally grabbed a piece of paper and began to write about everything.
Louis, I know that we have been friends since the first day I came to this school. You helped me go through so much, James beating the fuck out of me, when I was in the hospital you were there if I woke up, when you found out who killed me, you put them in their place and made sure that they made the worst ass mistake upon them. They killed the one person you cared about and the killed them so you pissed off you had a talk with them. I like having you near me because then I feel safe, protected against anyone. But there were reasons of why I'm like this, my voice and mentally. When I... when I was- younger my dad abused me because of a mistake that happened and he put it all on me. I felt like no one cared about me, no one would help this helpless kid. Life went on, other kids bullied me about it saying that I was a fag, no one cares and never will, Louis my life was shit! MY OWN DUMB ASS, FUCKED UP, SELFISH MOTHER LEFT ME WITH THAT MONSTER!!! When I finally got taken away from him I thought life was getting brighter and it did. Thanks for saving me. I was tried of holding everything inside from you so here is what's wrong.
Louis read the long message from Harry then looked at him, his head looking at the ground, but then looked at Louis with a smile. Louis put the letter down then pulled Harry into a tight, loving hug, "I'm always going to be here. Nothing is going to change about me. I promise that if you don't let go then I won't let go." Harry put his head on the nuzzle of Louis's neck and cried. Harry was happy that Louis would never give up on him, but Harry thought, Would he still be there for me if I told him the last thing on my mind?
Harry's phone buzzed pulling the boys away from the hug. Harry looked at his phone to a text message, Well I wonder who could it be? Maybe it's Anne wondering if I was still with Louis... I don't get why she hates him. Harry opened up his phone to see a picture of Louis and him holding hands then another one of hugging in Louis car that happened a few seconds ago. Harry's eyes got huge, Louis looked over at Harry then wondered what Harry saw then Harry showed the pictures to Louis. Louis scrolled down the text message and read, Louis isn't so tough with that kid anymore. Why are they holding hands? Guys don't hold hands nor do they hug each other like the way you guys do. So the question for us is Louis Tomlinson gay or is Harry Styles or are they both?
Harry looked at Louis's face from soft to cold as he looked at his phone. Louis didn't understand why someone would do this to a person who went through hell and back. Louis was pissed and Harry had to try to calm him down before he do something an asshole would do. Harry slowly placed his right hand on Louis's right arm and rubbed circles like what Louis does to him when he was frustrated. Louis looked down at his arm then towards Harry who gave Louis a tilted smile. Louis smiled back at the green eyed boy, deleted the message, then started his truck. Harry grabbed his phone from Louis and put it his pocket but just as Louis left the parking lot and drove down the street, Harry looked out the window and he was scared. Harry closed his eyes then re-opened them and looked for that image he saw but couldn't find it.
It was just an imagination, that could never happen. I'm still safe, I'm still safe, Harry thought as he let out a heavy breathe out. Louis looked over at Harry and wondered, Is there something else he's hiding from me? What is the secret he's keeping?