From The Dark
II - 2
That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
"Lou?"
Louis had one thing to do, tell Harry he didn't know him and get out. But now, looking at how Harry observed him like a crystalline ornament or freaking diety Louis was unsure.
He shook his head inwardly. He didn't know this kid and that's that so there isn't anything extra to add.
"Hi, Harry." How else does one respond to a nickname they didn't authorise?
Harry stands and moves around the table but it must have been the doctor's firm shaking of his head that stopped him. Harry frowns and looks to Louis for permission. Freaking permission.
"Harry....I have to tell you something." Louis starts.
He was a nice guy, didn't hurt people if he didn't have to. If he didn't shiver at the looks Harry kept throwing him - and already have a boyfriend - he may have gone along with this act for therapeutic measure.
Harry nods and clenches his fists. He ached to reach out for Louis and touch him. He didn't get to this morning, but he couldn't be hallucinating now when everyone else can see Louis too. He is just as small as Harry remembers, small shoulders but big biceps and those trademark cerulean eyes. For Harry, Louis was the personification of raw, untainted beauty.
"Harry, you have um," Louis swallows,"schizophrenia. Do you know what that is?"
Harry looks at Louis like he can't hear a thing that leaves the boy's mouth.
"Harry?"
His eyes snapped up Louis' lips to his eyes and hair that was neatly tossled. He made an indication that he hadn't heard what Louis previously said.
"You have multiple-person disorder. You-You create realities with your mind." The doctor is impatient.
Harry's brows knit together and create worry lines on his wide forehead. "And?"
Louis would throw his hands up in exasperation, having known that everyone has told Harry flat-out that he's making everything up. He would, but he won't. Louis is human, and he can see the destruction in Harry's eyes. They shouldn't be there, not when he's this young with a life to live. Harry's reality was sad and joy-deprived, that made Louis feel pity.
"And Louis here, isn't really your boyfriend. He doesn't know you at all, Harry." The doctor's a bit harsh and it nags Louis because of the torn expression on Harry's face.
He doesn't understand. "Lou?"
"I'm sorry, Harry." Louis stops when Harry's lips part and his brows relax but the look is too broken. "We can be friends. I'd love to make a new friend, but we......we aren't what you think we are."
Harry's face doesn't lift, except his green eyes that fascinate Louis search his own gaze for something. "Can't we be?"
Louis offers a pathetic semblance of a smile. "No, love. We can't-"
The doctor nudges Louis' elbow abruptly and he sputters in the end. He was warning Louis not to use terms of endearment with Harry, or else he'll just provoke this behaviour for a longer term. Harry didn't need that. He needed to move on.
Louis apologises with his eyes and a shrug, turning back to Harry and finding a stone-cold glare faced at the doctor behind Louis. Obviously, Harry didn't appreciate the physical gesture of caution to Louis about him and is angry about it.
Harry's jaw tightens and Louis clears his throat before a growl escapes. "You okay with that, Harry?"
"No. He hit you." Harry's voice is a tad gruffer than usual. Louis normally appreciated a voice as unique as this.
"No he didn't, Harry." Louis tries to give him a smile of reassurance. "But listen to me. Look at me." He takes an involuntary step forward. Something about Harry made Louis unafraid to move closer.
Harry takes his focus off the doctor and widens his eyes at how near Louis is. He could grab him. Hug him? "Louis."
Louis does smile and it makes Harry smile too. "So will you be my friend, Harry? Just my friend?"
Harry's smile falters and he looks at the ground, between Louis' sneakers and his much larger dress shoes. He nods slowly without looking up. "C-Can you hug me?"
Louis sucks in a deep breath and glances back at the doctor to encourages him, mainly because he did not want to find out what Harry will do if he stopped Louis.
"As a friend." Harry reassures quickly.
Louis leans forward nervously and Harry encases his smaller frame in a tight embrace. It isn't perfect or ideally comfortable because Harry's chest is hard and Louis was in an undesirable position. One leg between Harry's and both hands squashed between their bodies.
Harry never wanted to let go. Ever. He knew Louis was his, he believed it. Why these people were telling him otherwise was beyond him, but he'd slowly get Lou back. He will.
"Harry?" Louis' voice is muffled by Harry's shirt that smelt of dirt and a dying fragrance.
Harry released him and Louis stepped back. He looked at the flabbergasted doctor for guidance before leaving the room. He could swear that he heard his name being called before meeting his mom in the hallway but he ignored it. Hugging Harry felt off and he wanted to forget it.
"Louis? You okay?" His mom combs his fringe out of his eyes with a smile.
"What? Yeah." He breathes. "He's really gone."
"Don't say that." She scolds. "Harry's a wonderful boy who's just had a difficult life."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you when I'm off duty at home, okay?"
Louis nods.
"He looks at you in this way."
"Funny way."
"No." She thinks for a while. "I can't predict anything and I don't know how I feel about it either."
"Jesus." Louis exhales loudly. "Can I go home? Please."
"Douglas is coming for you. I called him."
"Mom!"
"I don't want you walking and I have to stay here. Just, wear protection."
Louis blushed. "Nosy much, mom?"
"I meant a helmet, young man." She slaps his arm. "And no funny business under my roof either."
"Fine. When's he getting here?"
"Should be a few minutes. You can wait here." She looks behind her and Louis follows her line of vision until it stops at the door of the interrogation room.
They brought Harry out, non-handcuffed and aggravated. He looks at Louis and his emotion softens, the hatred melting away to make way for a smile. Louis is paralysed and cannot respond. He didn't get this guy, not in the way he usually understood most things. It was a dangerous type of intrigue.
The front door of the station opens and everyone happens to look at it at the same moment, not with as much hope as Louis does though. Douglas sees him from across the room and waves with a calming smile that has Louis smiling back.
Harry doesn't understand. Why would Louis wave at this stranger and not at him?
Douglas hugs Louis without a care for the surrounding individuals when he kisses him on the cheek. "Hey there."
"Hi." Louis hides behind Douglas where Harry can't see him.
"Your mom so thoughtfully called and asked me to pick you up. What's up?"
"I'm done here and need something to do."
"Oh." Douglas smirks and bends closer. "I can help."
Harry sees red.
"Lou?"
Louis had one thing to do, tell Harry he didn't know him and get out. But now, looking at how Harry observed him like a crystalline ornament or freaking diety Louis was unsure.
He shook his head inwardly. He didn't know this kid and that's that so there isn't anything extra to add.
"Hi, Harry." How else does one respond to a nickname they didn't authorise?
Harry stands and moves around the table but it must have been the doctor's firm shaking of his head that stopped him. Harry frowns and looks to Louis for permission. Freaking permission.
"Harry....I have to tell you something." Louis starts.
He was a nice guy, didn't hurt people if he didn't have to. If he didn't shiver at the looks Harry kept throwing him - and already have a boyfriend - he may have gone along with this act for therapeutic measure.
Harry nods and clenches his fists. He ached to reach out for Louis and touch him. He didn't get to this morning, but he couldn't be hallucinating now when everyone else can see Louis too. He is just as small as Harry remembers, small shoulders but big biceps and those trademark cerulean eyes. For Harry, Louis was the personification of raw, untainted beauty.
"Harry, you have um," Louis swallows,"schizophrenia. Do you know what that is?"
Harry looks at Louis like he can't hear a thing that leaves the boy's mouth.
"Harry?"
His eyes snapped up Louis' lips to his eyes and hair that was neatly tossled. He made an indication that he hadn't heard what Louis previously said.
"You have multiple-person disorder. You-You create realities with your mind." The doctor is impatient.
Harry's brows knit together and create worry lines on his wide forehead. "And?"
Louis would throw his hands up in exasperation, having known that everyone has told Harry flat-out that he's making everything up. He would, but he won't. Louis is human, and he can see the destruction in Harry's eyes. They shouldn't be there, not when he's this young with a life to live. Harry's reality was sad and joy-deprived, that made Louis feel pity.
"And Louis here, isn't really your boyfriend. He doesn't know you at all, Harry." The doctor's a bit harsh and it nags Louis because of the torn expression on Harry's face.
He doesn't understand. "Lou?"
"I'm sorry, Harry." Louis stops when Harry's lips part and his brows relax but the look is too broken. "We can be friends. I'd love to make a new friend, but we......we aren't what you think we are."
Harry's face doesn't lift, except his green eyes that fascinate Louis search his own gaze for something. "Can't we be?"
Louis offers a pathetic semblance of a smile. "No, love. We can't-"
The doctor nudges Louis' elbow abruptly and he sputters in the end. He was warning Louis not to use terms of endearment with Harry, or else he'll just provoke this behaviour for a longer term. Harry didn't need that. He needed to move on.
Louis apologises with his eyes and a shrug, turning back to Harry and finding a stone-cold glare faced at the doctor behind Louis. Obviously, Harry didn't appreciate the physical gesture of caution to Louis about him and is angry about it.
Harry's jaw tightens and Louis clears his throat before a growl escapes. "You okay with that, Harry?"
"No. He hit you." Harry's voice is a tad gruffer than usual. Louis normally appreciated a voice as unique as this.
"No he didn't, Harry." Louis tries to give him a smile of reassurance. "But listen to me. Look at me." He takes an involuntary step forward. Something about Harry made Louis unafraid to move closer.
Harry takes his focus off the doctor and widens his eyes at how near Louis is. He could grab him. Hug him? "Louis."
Louis does smile and it makes Harry smile too. "So will you be my friend, Harry? Just my friend?"
Harry's smile falters and he looks at the ground, between Louis' sneakers and his much larger dress shoes. He nods slowly without looking up. "C-Can you hug me?"
Louis sucks in a deep breath and glances back at the doctor to encourages him, mainly because he did not want to find out what Harry will do if he stopped Louis.
"As a friend." Harry reassures quickly.
Louis leans forward nervously and Harry encases his smaller frame in a tight embrace. It isn't perfect or ideally comfortable because Harry's chest is hard and Louis was in an undesirable position. One leg between Harry's and both hands squashed between their bodies.
Harry never wanted to let go. Ever. He knew Louis was his, he believed it. Why these people were telling him otherwise was beyond him, but he'd slowly get Lou back. He will.
"Harry?" Louis' voice is muffled by Harry's shirt that smelt of dirt and a dying fragrance.
Harry released him and Louis stepped back. He looked at the flabbergasted doctor for guidance before leaving the room. He could swear that he heard his name being called before meeting his mom in the hallway but he ignored it. Hugging Harry felt off and he wanted to forget it.
"Louis? You okay?" His mom combs his fringe out of his eyes with a smile.
"What? Yeah." He breathes. "He's really gone."
"Don't say that." She scolds. "Harry's a wonderful boy who's just had a difficult life."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you when I'm off duty at home, okay?"
Louis nods.
"He looks at you in this way."
"Funny way."
"No." She thinks for a while. "I can't predict anything and I don't know how I feel about it either."
"Jesus." Louis exhales loudly. "Can I go home? Please."
"Douglas is coming for you. I called him."
"Mom!"
"I don't want you walking and I have to stay here. Just, wear protection."
Louis blushed. "Nosy much, mom?"
"I meant a helmet, young man." She slaps his arm. "And no funny business under my roof either."
"Fine. When's he getting here?"
"Should be a few minutes. You can wait here." She looks behind her and Louis follows her line of vision until it stops at the door of the interrogation room.
They brought Harry out, non-handcuffed and aggravated. He looks at Louis and his emotion softens, the hatred melting away to make way for a smile. Louis is paralysed and cannot respond. He didn't get this guy, not in the way he usually understood most things. It was a dangerous type of intrigue.
The front door of the station opens and everyone happens to look at it at the same moment, not with as much hope as Louis does though. Douglas sees him from across the room and waves with a calming smile that has Louis smiling back.
Harry doesn't understand. Why would Louis wave at this stranger and not at him?
Douglas hugs Louis without a care for the surrounding individuals when he kisses him on the cheek. "Hey there."
"Hi." Louis hides behind Douglas where Harry can't see him.
"Your mom so thoughtfully called and asked me to pick you up. What's up?"
"I'm done here and need something to do."
"Oh." Douglas smirks and bends closer. "I can help."
Harry sees red.
*Reads entire first book*
*gets to sequel*
*Sees author never updated sequel and completely disappeared from website*
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7/20/18