two ghosts (l.s)

Chapter 10

Harry's POV.

It's been raining for two days straight, making my mood darker than it should be. Today is the day, I tell myself. Today I'm going to talk to Louis. I take a screenshot of the article on my phone and put a hoodie on.

"I'm going for a walk. I don't know when I'll be back." I tell Charlotte who's watching TV in the living room.

" Alright dear, try to be back before it gets dark though." She tells me before turning her attention back to the screen.

When I step outside on the porch, it's only drizzling but I still pull the hood over my head. I walk to the rocks and as I suspected he's not there. Great.

"Louis?" I yell, hoping that wherever he is he will hear me. "LOUIS" I yell louder and I hear leaves russell to my left I turn around and wait for him to appear.

He comes out from behind a tree and my stomach flutters. Why does he have to be so fucking gorgeous?

"Harry, where were you? I haven't seen you for two days. Is everything ok? "He bombardsme with questions as soon as he reaches me.

" I don't know, you tell me." I reply as coldly as I can. It's hard to stay mad at him. It really is.

" What? Did I do something? I didn't mean to Harry. I'm sorry please tell me what did I-" I interrupt him by shoving my phone in his face.

"Explain." I spit and watch how his face falls. He doesn't blink once as he reads the screen.

"Harry..." He breathes. "Where did you find this?"

"It wasn't hard was it? That's all that popped up when I searched your name. Explain Louis. I won't ask again. "

" Why. Why would you do that? " He asks running a hand through his hair freaking out.

" Do what?"

"Look up my name!" He exclaims. He starts pacing now.

" Is that even your name? "I dare to ask, but instantly regret it as I see the look in his eyes when he turns to face me.

"What are you suggesting?" He points at me, his voice as cold as ice.

" I asked a simple question. I wasn't suggesting anything." I reply just as coldly. He shakes his head and starts to pace again.

" Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK." He kicks up sand. "Why are things always so fucking complicated?Ughh!" He groand and picks up a rock throwing it into the river. At this I laugh. Ain't that the fucking truth.

"Listen Harry." He points at me again. "I don't know what's going through that beautiful mind of yours, but it's not what you think." Beautiful?

" What is it then? "

" I can't tell you."he sighs

" Why not? "I challenge him

" You won't believe me if I do, and I mean I wouldn't blame you, I wouldn't believe it either if I were you. "He shakes his head again and sits down on the sand.

" Believe what? " I sit next to him. The sand is cold and wet, but honestly I couldn't care less. I hesr Louis take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out.

"I'm sorry Harry. I just can't tell you." He doesn't look at me

" It can't be that bad. " Right?

" Oh but it is. " Wait-

" You didn't murder anyone right? "I ask suddenly scared.

" What the fuck. No! Of course not. "He scoffs.

" Well I'm sorry, but if you're not gonna tell me what was I supposed to think? "I roll my eyes.