You & I

Its been two days, two fucking days since Harry has been in the hospital. During those couple days, Harry's wound was getting better but still sore to the touch but he could come home tomorrow with Louis if Louis promised to head back to school.

That right there was the problem. Louis didn't want to leave Harry's side. He just got him back for what seems to be the billionth time so he argued with the doctor till Harry told him to leave. He promised Louis that he would be fine until tomorrow but he should go to school so at least one of them would have a job in the future. Of course, who couldn't say no to the boy with bright, green eyes. So today Louis went back to hell with only one thing on his mind. His Harry was back.

As Louis walked into the building, James and Skyelar were waiting for the lad by his locker, wicked smiles planted on their faces.

"Hello Tomlinson," James smirked.

"Fuck off," Louis mumbled back as he tried to open up his lock but was slammed in his face. "What the hell do you want?"

"We want you to do something for us and if you do, you'll receive a huge reward at the end," Skyelar snickered.

"What kind of job?" Louis questioned.

"Oh nothing to big, but just to sell these," James replied as he handed Louis a bag of drugs.

"The fuck?!" Louis hands James the bag back. "I'm not selling that shit!"

"Why not?" Skyelar asked in a tempting tone.

"I may drink and smoke a cig, but I will never sell or do any kind of that shit!" Louis replied.

James held the bag in front of Louis, "But we know that you need the money, don't you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Louis asked slowly.

James and Skyelar looked at each other with a smile then back at Louis, "We now Harry is back and he's in the hospital because of a shooting accident. And we also know that you can't pay for his bills."

Louis clenched his jaw.

James gasped in a surprised tone, "So it is true? Well Sky, what shall we do about this?"

Skyelar gave out a horrible, wicked laugh, "What do you think James?"

"I think you should give him a visit up in the hospital with a surprise," James chuckled.

"Fuck you both," Louis growled.

"Already have sweetie," Skyelar blew a kiss at Louis.

Louis slammed his locker door shut then walked out of the building.

The teachers never bothered him. They just let him go to cool down even if it takes a couple days or weeks.

Becka watched Louis wall out of the school, followed him to his truck, and while he wasn't paying any attention, she hoped in the back of his truck. Although they were not talking, she still cared about the boy. She would watch him from a far distance to see how he was doing. He may have pulled off the act of he's fine but every night at his house, she would hear him crying out.

Not knowing Becka was in the back, Louis start talking to himself.

"Why? That's all I'm asking, is why. Sure I've been a dick to people, especially Becka who as been there for me, but when people know that I'm going through some shit they need to drop it. Yes I am thankful that Harry is with me but why? He deserves so much more than what I can give but I should give back to him. All I ever fucking done was cause so much fucking shit in his life. He died, but came back, because of my god damn past. And ever since then, life as been hell for the both of us. He was taken away but came back to me. Why, put of everybody, why me? I'm not complaining or any kind of shit, but it seems I'm the fucking cause of all of this.

While he was gone, I treated Becka like shit. She would try to make my day better but every time I told her to fuck off, I didn't need her until finally she left. Harry and I were her only friends and I told her to leave. Even if I did try talking to her, she would either walk away or slap me for being an ass. I say both. But this is who I am.

I see things differently compared to other people. They may see me as a strong character trying to fight the battle but all I see is a young boy, hiding away from everything because he's afraid of the choices to make. Afraid. That all I fucking am, afraid. No wonder James and Skyelar get inside my head, because they fucking know I'm afraid.

But why? Why doesn't Harry see that? All I've done is failed him. I can't even pay for the fucking bills. I tried getting a job, but no one's wants to hire a failure. I know people are going to say because he loves you, but what if that's just a saying to make me feel better. What if he doesn't feel the same about me? As all of that been a lie? Well I'm sorry if I can't be the person you want me to be because nobody can love a failure."

Becka sat in the back quiet. She had tears down her cheeks. This is how Louis felt everyday. He thought of himself as a failure. She want to get out of the truck and smack Louis with a big book putting some common sense into his brain that he's not a failure, Harry loves him because he's Louis, Harry's Louis. No matter how much of a failure he could be, Harry would still love him. As for herself, yes it hurt when Louis told her to fuck off but she knew that he was hurting. So she gave him space but never left his side.

As the truck came to a stop, Becka, quickly, jumped out of the trunk of the truck and ran over to Louis with a hug. Louis was surprised by Becka's action as she held him tightly.

"Louis your so fucking stupid, I wish I could smack you for it," Becka mumbled into his shirt.

"How the fuck did you get here?" Louis questioned ignoring Becka's statement.

"Don't ignore me. Answer my question, do you know how stupid you are to think that Harry doesn't love you?" Becka pulled away from Louis wiping away the tears down her cheeks.

"I don't know what your talking about," Louis tried avoiding the question again.

"Cut the shit Louis! I heard you all the way here," Becka shut Louis up. "I was lying in the back of your truck, listening to you rant on about everything. Yes you are a dick, but you were just hurt. I never left you, I just gave you space to calm down but that's not the point. The point is Harry loves you. End of sentence. You may have made mistakes, but Louis, everyone has. We are human, not perfectionist. Your not a failure, because would a failure try to get their boyfriend back after several attempts of trying? No. You wouldn't give up and after so many tries you did but look at what you accomplished. You found Harry. That's right there is the reason why he loves you, because he knows you will never quite until you got what you deserved. All of those things that happened in the past is what made you the person you are today Louis. Don't ever forget that, okay? Ever."

Lous had red puffy eyes. Becka wrapped her small arms around his back as he cried to her shoulder. This was what he wanted to hear.

After a couple minutes, Louis pulled away with a smile, "Thank you."

Becka smiled back then punched his arm.

"What the hell was that for?" Louis asked as he rubbed his sore arm.

"That for being a dick and for thinking down," Becka replied with a smile.

"I deserved that."

"So when is Harry coming home?"

"Tomorrow and I don't know what to do," Louis answered.

Becka gave Louis a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"I mean after all of this shit, I want to do something nice for him to tell him I love you and thanks for being there for me you know?" Louis rambled running his hand through his hair.

Becka thought, "What if you took out on a date? Haven't you guys been on one yet?" Lous shook his head. "Then this would be perfect. Perhaps a picnic date out in a field or something special that no one knows about that you guys will always remember about. " Becka had the biggest smile on her face.

Louis had to admit, that wasn't such a bad idea and he knew just the place to take him. Out by his old church where Harry found him after his mother passed. No one knew about that place. That was his place to be at when he needed someone to talk to or hear him out.

"That sounds perfect, thanks Becka," Louis pulled Becka in for a hug.

Becka walked herself back home as Louis cleaned up the house for Harry's return home. He may be a failure but he was human like what Becka said. Harry was coming home and this date would be the best date he could imagine.

Notes

Okay guys here is chapter twelve. I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and hope y'all enjoy it. Please, please comment on how I'm doing, that would be great and that's all. Not asking anymore favors just a comment on how I'm doing.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and enjoy!!!!!!