Harry kissed my cheek before exiting the complex and I sighed, sitting down on the couch. Now it was just Louis and I. He was in the kitchen, making something, very loud if I may add. "What the hell are you doing?!" I finally yelled after he screamed 'dammit' in the kitchen.

With a groan, and no answer, I got up and walked toward the kitchen. Finding Louis in there with his back to me. "What are you doing?" I asked, slightly more calmer than the last time.

He was silently cursing at himself until he heard me, "N..Nothing, go, I'll be back in a minute." Before he could walk quickly around me and threw the door I caught sight of what he was hiding. There was a huge gash on his upper arm, and it looked like it was bleeding, badly.

"Oh my god!" I approached him and forced him into stopping. "You need to sit down, now, I'll get the first aid kit," before he could disobey me I shoved him into a seat and ran toward Harry and I's shared bathroom. I dug into the first drawer, all the way to the bottom and wrapped my fingers around the clear handle of the kit before walking back to the Louis.

He was firmly covering the gash with his hand and staring at me, "It's not that bad.." his voice was low, too low this time.

I scoffed, setting the kit on the counter and opening it. I glanced at him, "Not that bad? The blood is starting to seep through your hand! You might have to go to the hospital, Louis!" He flinched and shook his head. I suddenly remembered why he and Harry didn't really enjoy hospital visits. "I'm.. I'm sorry, I umm.. forgot." Not meeting his gaze I turned my head back to the kit, grabbing what I'd needed.

For the rest of the time I was stitching up his wound he didn't move, or flinch, or anything. He just sat there, staring at the plain wall behind me. When I finished he still didn't move, I walked up to the sink and started rinsing his blood off my hands. I'd have to clean his bloody shirt, and the counter too.

As I cleaned the counter be was still silent and it was making me slightly angry, so I spoke, wanting to break it, "Okay Rascal, what's wrong?"

I heard him groan, "Rascal, really?" He stressed 'Rascal' and out of the corner of my eyes I saw him get down from his chair and peal off his bloody shirt. I couldn't help as my eyes looked around the tattoos covering his chest, and the small blood stain on his shoulder.

Without thinking I walked over to him, lightly putting my palm on his upper arm, and traced one of his many tattoos. Which was now my favorite. It was a saying, and I remembered reading it in a book somewhere. Or was it in a show? I can't really remember.

' “I never meant to do you harm,

I never meant for you to hurt.” '

Louis caught my gaze with his and I could see some hidden emotion behind his eyes that I couldn't put a finger on what it was. "Maybe you aren't a Rascal as much as you pretend to be, Louis." I traced it one more time before turning away and continuing to clean the counter.

When I finished I went to turn to Louis and speak to him but he was gone, and I could now hear the faint noise of a shower going now that I wasn't lost in my thoughts. I was mainly trying to figure out Louis' facade of this bad guy he wanted everyone to think he was. But also I was trying to find out where I'd heard that quote before. I'd already figured out it'd come from a book, but I couldn't remember which book it was.

I sighed and washed my hands again before going back into the living room, there was a small gust of hot air and I knew it was because Louis was in the shower. Just as I sat a movie inside I saw Louis walk out with sweat pants on and another plain white tee. "Hey Louis," I commented and shuffled on my feet, making my way to the couch and sitting back down. He followed my lead and sat on the recliner.

"Hey," a nervous word left his lips.

Great.