Escaping Reality (Louis Partridge)

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It all hit me so fast. I had hurt him. Bad. But he had hurt me too.

"He's really sorry. You have every right not to take his apology, but if I were you, I would at least try. He's in so much pain and I know you well enough to know you wouldn't like to be the reason he constantly hates himself everyday." She says.

I sigh and turn away, walking back upstairs. When I enter the room, he's sitting the same way he was when I left.

"Okay Louis. For tonight, I will treat you how I normally would. But don't think everything is better, because it's not.I care for you. I want you to be happy.. and healthy." I say.

I stare at him sitting on the floor. His eyes were heavy. I help him up, and guide him to his bed. He lays down and cuddles himself up into a ball. I smile.

"Can you....." he motions to the spot next to him. "Or is that too much?"

I laugh lightly. "No. My pleasure." I crawl in next to him.

I look at him for a moment, remembering how happy he made me. How he made me want to be better. How I loved him.

My hand finds his cheek, lightly rubbing his cheekbone and under his eye.

"I'm a mess." He whispers.

"And yet your so beautiful." I whispered unable to help myself. My eyes couldn't leave his lips. I soon found my thumb rubbing over his bottom as he smiled tiredly. "You should sleep."

He looks up nervously.

"I won't go anywhere. I promise."

He let his eyes fall close, and he wrapped himself up closer to me. Despite him being bigger and taller, he managed to find a way to curl up into me with his head in my neck not letting me leave.

When his breathing evened out and slowed, I was sure he was asleep, I broke down. I held him tighter playing with the hair at the back of his head. The tears poured fast as I tried to hold in the loud sobs trying to escape from my lips.

Was this all my fault? Did I overreacted? We weren't even dating. He had every right to do what he did.

Could I forgive him? Of course. In this moment all that mattered was he was here in my arms finally okay. He was insecure about me. Me. Out of all people, I was the person that ruined him.

He did it because he didn't want to loose me. He didn't want to have to be alone.

"I'm sorry." I whispered trying to collect myself.

I laid with him for what seemed like forever, until I could no longer stay awake.

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When I woke up, I was alone. I sat up and cautiously walked downstairs.

I stood close to the kitchen where Louis in his mom sat, just barely out of view.

"I'm glad to see you smiling and eating again." Mrs.Partridge says.

"Yeah well... she will probably just leave and go back to wanting me dead." He sighs.

"I'm sure she didn't want you dead. But what was the real reason? I know when you lie Louis." She asks.

He pauses for a little bit. "Because I've never loved someone more then her. I'm in love with her. She makes me so happy. I was just scared I would loose her."

A stray tear falls from my eye. I wait a second before putting on a poker face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Oh honey it's fine. Here, have some pancakes." She hands me a plate.