[A/N: Time for a disgruntled message from me because ugh people are mean. So, I don't put warnings and chizz on my stories because I see them as spoilers, hectic ones that just ruin everything. Same goes for warnings. Now, there will be a few really messed up things in this story, and when it does come please do not take them too seriously. This is to everyone, if you're having a hard time with anything feel free to talk to me whenever because I WILL listen. But, I kindly request, that you don't say mean things to me :( much appreciated, lovelies xx]

Let me show you my world. Let me give you my soul. Let me.

In Harry's mind Louis smiled back at him. In Harry's mind Louis didn't hug another man. In Harry's mind Louis was his. So when Douglas whispered something blush-worthy to Louis, it is natural that in Harry's mind it made Louis squirmish and uncomfortable.

Harry saw red.

He lunged at this new and unfamiliar person, the advantage of not being handcuffed proves worthy when he drags Douglas away from Louis. Louis screams, not knowing what else to do when Douglas is yanked out of his hold.

Chaos erupts all around him as he tries to manoeuvre his way through the busy bodies struggling - and persistently failing - to remove Harry's infuriated form from Douglas. He doesn't hit Douglas, but that was only because four other police officers got him away in time.

Louis' thumping heart can be heard by an outsider, he feels, when he kneels beside a coughing Douglas to comfort him.

"Too soon." The doctor says from behind him. It was obvious he was correct. Harry had met Douglas under less than desirable circumstances, and his lashing out could be easily predicted.

"We thought we could release him to his family for a while." Louis' mom sighs. "But we can't do that if he's going to be a threat."

"He isn't a threat." Another woman that Louis didn't see arrive speaks up.

He helps Douglas to his feet and keeps an arm around his waist for no reason, dropping it after meeting Harry's eye again. Douglas coughs into his fist and grips Louis' hand in a tight hold before indicating with glassy eyes that he wanted to leave. Louis wanted to see what the decision was, so he shook his head.

Douglas nearly glared at him before realising that Louis was his boyfriend, not his inferior so he lightly tugged on his wrist until Louis gave in. They left hastily with Harry staring cold daggers into Douglas' back, sadder and empty ones at Louis. He just didn't understand.

"Anne." Louis' mom cautioned. "We're friends, alright? I'm doing what I can for you but it doesn't look good. The most I can do is get him placed in a nearby rehab facility."

"I understand. He won't harm anyone, Sheriff. Let me take him home for one night. I'll bring him back tomorrow morning, I swear." Anne looks longingly at her son who's staring at the ground. "He's my boy. I know he still is."

The only thing that got the Sheriff to give in was that she had a son, a freaked out son in that case, but she could easily relate to a mother. She nodded before speaking. "Fine. But he can't leave the house, Anne. He's scaring my boy and Douglas and really...." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "No one's ready for that."

Anne swallows but smiles thankfully. "I promise. Thank you, Jay. Thank you."

Anne pulls Jay in for a tight squeeze before turning to her only son. She didn't understand what snapped in him a year ago, that made him so completely lose touch with the world. She knew why he had an obsession with Louis, he'd met the boy once and couldn't shut up. She thought it was a crush. Oh how wrong she was.

Harry didn't look at her the whole ride home, and immediately escaped to his room before even greeting Gemma. They sighed to each other before deciding dinner preparation would be a good distraction.

Louis sat on his bed, knotted fingers laid on his lap and his eyes following every crease in the duvet.

Douglas was upset. Louis could sense that angry vibe rolling off his boyfriend in frightening stages. "What the fuck, Lou?"

He kept his head bowed, chin tucked into his chest. "Wasn't my fault."

"It isn't? I believe you, no stress." Douglas scoffs sarcastically.

Louis bit his lip. "It really isn't! I can't control other people."

"Where did he even see you?"

Douglas spins a pen on Louis' desk and it snaps. He doesn't apologise, just throws it away wordlessly. It was Louis' favourite Pentel pen from when his dad went to France.
Louis looks out the window. He knew how Douglas got sometimes. "I never saw him before. My mom's friends with his mom but that's it."

"Come on, Lou." Douglas snickers in that cold way of his. "Went to a club without me? A party? Maybe some book club event that he might go to, in that case I'm not mad."
"You're mad?"

"Of course I'm bloody mad!" Douglas bellows. "Some psychopath is laying claim on my boyfriend. He fucking embarrasses me in front of all those people!"

Louis flinches at Douglas' words and folds in on himself, knees hugged to his chest. When he doesn't respond to Douglas, the man sighs in an attempt to cool off. He approaches the bed and takes Louis' chin in his hand, tilting it close to his.

"I'm sorry, babe." He smoothens out Louis' quivering bottom lip. "Didn't mean to shout at you. I'm just angry."

"It's okay." Louis smiles weakly.

"Yeah?" He presses his dry lips to Louis'. "I'm forgiven?"

Louis giggles and let's Douglas push him down on the bed. The mattress dips under the newly added mass.

Louis tries to take Douglas' kisses without protesting or whining about how he doesn't want to do this now. To be honest with himself, green eyes and curls still haunt him. The previous violent nature of said individual is drowned out by the hurt it seems only Louis saw in those eyes.

"Douglas?" Louis lightly shoves his shoulders.

He doesn't detach him mouth from Louis' collarbone. "Hmm?"

"I-I don't want to do this."

And of course Douglas takes it the wrong way, as he does everytime he doesn't get what he wants. "What?"

"I'm tired and Phoebe's at school-"

"It's that sick-o, isn't it? You're thinking about him."

"No!" Louis lies. He wasn't thinking about Harry in that way. "I really don't feel like it."

"Whatever." Douglas gets off him and storms out of the room. "Don't call me tonight. I'm tired too."

Louis watches him leave, slamming his front door in the motion. Louis' eyes burn with the prickle of tears but he doesn't go after Douglas because he's just tired. He'd appreciate a relationship where he wasn't constantly on his toes about how to please his partner. It was a two-way street, or at least it supposed to be. Louis didn't want to think about it.

It's not that Douglas is like this all the time. He's nice to Louis too. Buys him flowers and takes him out wherever he wants to go. Louis didn't like his motorcycle so Douglas got a car. They'd made love in that car, the back seat after a concert when they were too lazy to go home yet. Too buzzed.

But when Douglas got mad, Louis wanted to cry. He frightened Louis to the extent of poor horror. The boy would lock himself in the bathroom if at Douglas' place while Douglas cooled off. He didn't like using blades to release the painful tension. He didn't.
Now wasn't one of those times, however. Phoebe was still at school and he was trying to learn to be stronger. Every brochure that he's got secretly stashed under his bed, told him to speak to someone he trusted. Nobody had the time for his petty problems.

Hanayen was there. Hanayen knew about every one of Louis' struggles and he offered as much solace as the furry creature could. Louis went back to bed and tried to fall asleep staring at the broken pen in his bin.

Harry sat in his desk chair staring at the tree outside his window. It was a beautiful tree that he always hid in during childhood games. He remembers hide and seek with Gemma, then chuckling when he also recalls that she could never find him.

"Harry?" That melodious voice that made Harry's heart cry speaks from his bed. Louis was playing with the ends of his comforter like a nervous child. "Do you love me?"

Harry rolled his eyes against his better nature and crawled onto the bed beside Louis, lying on his back. "It's not that simple, Lou."

Louis' frantic expression makes Harry smile. He gently - always gently - pulls Louis to sit astride his lap, looking down at him anxiously.

"I am in love with you." Harry whispers it so that it really sinks in. "And everyday I will love you more than the last."

Louis blushes and Harry wants to touch him. "I love you, Harry. I miss you."

What? Harry frowns and sits up, elbows straining painfully against the springs of his new mattress. He quickly reaches out for Louis' cheek, brushing his thumb across the defined cheekbone.

He disappears.

Louis was never there, sitting on his lap and talking nervously to him. It made Harry feel an unexplained emotion that tore at his being. It angered him that he had to work for Louis, annoyed him that Louis wasn't his. But he didn't mind the work, he didn't mind accomplishing anything if it was Louis at the end of the line.

He screams into his pillow because that's all he can do to let it out. Let anything out. He curls himself into a ball and kicks out against his bedding, crying loudly into the soft pillow.
He ignored the urgent shouts from beyond his door, the calls to ensure his well-being. He blocks it all out because everything isn't what he wants.

He tries to push his mind back into the world that made him happiest, except it was too difficult because reality kept fending him off. He bites the pillow case, creating jagged half-moons with his teeth as they clamp down. He wanted relief, he wanted the piece that was missing.

He got up and went to his window, unlatching the lock and sliding out. He wouldn't be getting anything without working for it.

Phoebe waited outside her school, bare feet digging into the sand pit until she could feel the cold plastic that held the shallow structure in place. Louis was supposed to be here ten minutes ago but her little secret was that she enjoyed having a few extra minutes to spare before she had to leave the school yard. Everyone was always in such a hurry.

"Hey, Phoebe." Louis is standing over her on the opposite end of the pit.

"Hi." She beams and stands to pointlessly dust herself off.

Louis is sure to roll him sleeve down over his forearm before going to assist her. He kneels before her, dusting the remaining sand grains from the ruffles of her Ginger Mary dress while she swayed innocently.

"How was school?" He asks because he hates silence.

"Fun. We made cookies!" She clasps her hands at her front, a habit she picked up from him.

"Did you keep any for me? I'm starving." Louis tries to play off the soft growl of his tummy.
He really was hungry.

She shakes her head. "We only got one. Sorry."

"That's alright." He stands and takes her bag, slinging it onto his shoulder before starting to walk with her hand in his. "What if we made our own when we get home?"

"Fun! I'll show you what Miss Rachel taught us."

"Deal." He smiles because he really loves his baby sister. "I'll use Gran's recipe, yeah?"

"Aw but then mine will suck." She pouts.

"Nothing of yours sucks, Phoebe." He swings their hands a little. "Do you love doing things?"

"Sometimes."

"When do you hate it?"

"Plants." She frowns. "They're nice but they're so.....dirty."

He chuckles. "Plants give us oxygen."

She blinks up at him. "We won't survive without oxygen, Phoebs. Oxygen is the air we breathe."

"Oh. Where's mommy?"

"At work. I don't know when she'll be back tonight."

"Oh that's fine. We can bake and then let them decide which is better."

"Challenge accepted." He unlocks their front door. "Go on up and have a wash."

"Okay!" She calls back over her shoulder while running up the stairs one at a time.

He laughs to himself while going into the kitchen to get the things out for Phoebe's baking request. When all the bowls are out and necessary utensils, he decides to change out of his jeans because he'd rather bustle around the kitchen in slacks or boxers. The loose ones Phoebe got him last year.

He jogs up the steps, hearing the bathroom's tap running as he steps into his room. The shadow stood by his window goes unnoticed until he flips on the light switch and turn around. His heart drops to the floor and a hand clamps down over his mouth before he can scream.

"Shh, Lou. It's me."

[A/N: I miss Hide & Seek :( and there's a Robert DiNero (pretty sure I spelt that incorrectly) and Dakota Fanning movie by the same title! Oops.]

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