You & I

Day after day, Louis still had that same nightmare but each time was different. One night Harry died, Harry said he never cared about him, or Harry killed Louis. Becka would try to talk to Louis but he would push her away. All he wanted was Harry, nobody else. Slowly Louis began to fade away and become the old Louis everyone knew, the tough Louis. Louis stopped wearing the colorful outfits and tug out his black clothing because the other clothing reminded him of Harry. His head hung low so no one could see the red, puffy eyes from the pain he was in, his once tanned skin now in pale. Louis was gone. He was a ghost walking among the living, invisable to everyone, including the teachers. The teachers wouldn't notice if Louis missed class or if he was in the classroom. Louis would sit in the back close to the window and hoping that one day something good would happen, but he knew that he would be lying to himself.

Becka tried helping Louis, asking him if he was alright but he would yell at her telling her to get off his back. Becka knows the pain he's in, so she would shrug it off and try again another day. Louis may have fooled everyone that he's okay, but Becka knows that he's not so this time she decided to have a talk with Louis.

Becka followed Louis unto the quiet football field where nobody was wathcing or could hear them. It was just them two alone.

"What do you want Becka?" Louis asked as he had his back turned against him.

"I just want to talk Lou," Becka walked closer to Louis.

"Then talk, but if your going to ask me if I'm alright then I don't want to hear it," Louis looked at Becka with cold eyes.

"Louis, I really worried about you. You've changed. You come to school each day with your head down, you try to prove that nothing is wrong everything is fine but that's a lie! I'm scared Louis, I'm scared that I'm going to loose you. I already lost my mom, my dad and Harry so damn it Louis I can't loose you either!" Becka shouted at Louis. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Everyone has a breaking point and somedays that have to let it out. You can't hold it in much longer, you need to stop hiding it and let it go."

Louis looked at Becka and at that moment he knew that he couldn't hold it in. Louis ran over to Becka and cried. He was tired, afraid, and scared of everything. Tired from the lack of sleep because of the nightmares that kept him up, afraid of loosing people that are close to him, and scared that he might never see Harry ever again.

Louis held Becka tight, he doesn't want to loose her as well. "I'm sorry Becka. I'm so, so sorry for pushing you away. All you wanted to do was to help me, I'm sorry."
Becka let Louis cry. The boy was broken over the lost of Harry but the only question she had left was, is Harry okay?

*In Another Town*

Cold and dark. Scared and alone. That's how Harry feels. Harry was locked up in a attic afraid. The attic was so small that Harry couldn't hide from the monster that took him away from Louis. Only a few more minutes then the monster would find him.

"Harry! Harry where are you!"

Harry tried to hide further back in the attic, behind the dark shadows. It was getting closer.

"Harry!"

Harry wished that if he just closed his eyes then opened he would be back home safe in Louis's arms but he already tried.

"Harry!"

Harry stopped. His heartbeating was beating fast in his chest, afraid that it was loud enough that the monster could hear it. The footsteps were getting closer, Harry held his breath. Suddenly they were moving away, Harry sighed but then the door opened.

"Found you!"

Harry tried to get out the monster's reacher but it grabbed Harry by his hair and pulled him out of the attic.

Harry grabbed his head, wincing in pain, grunting as the monster threw Harry on the hard ground.

"You can never hide from me."

Harry looked up at the monster, "Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you dad?"

"Shut up fag! You are not my son nor will you ever be one!" Dean slapped Harry across his face.

Harry cried out in pain holding his face.

"I liked it better when you couldn't speak because you know why? No one could hear you scream or cry as if anybody cares about you, a worthless piece of shit!" Dean got down to Harry's level then kicked him in the stomach as he walked away.

Harry curled up in a ball holding himself in pain hoping that everythign would go away. Harry lied on the ground for a few more minutes then tried to get up but his body gave out on him, falling back on the ground. After an long thirty minutes of getting off the ground, Harry finally managed to hold himself against a wall and slowly back to his room. The room wasn't really a room, but it would do for now. It was spare room full of boxes and trash that helped make Harry his bed. Harry fell on his bed of boxes crying in pain. He cried as he tried to pull of his shirt to see the bruised body, his once flawless skin now scarred.

Harry grabbed his small thin, blanket and covered his small body. Harry looked around for his little notebook he kept hidden. In this little notebook, he wrote several poems about his pain and how he felt each night before drifting into the darkness. This time, Harry wrote about how if he just never coming back from his sleep into a land of peace. No more hurting, no more pain just peace but then remembered Louis. He couldn't leave Louis here alone in this cold world. After he wrote his thoughts out on his notebook, he hid it away then drifted off to sleep imagining Louis's protective arm around him not knowing that Louis was doing the same thing that same night, in that same town only a few blocks away.

Notes

Sorry that this chapter isn't the greatest but I promised to write a chapter today and so I did.
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