The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Twenty six

Bit lengthy and some big revelations. I'm sure you all saw this coming.

Harry drove as fast as possible. He could see Louis in front of him, visibly trying to escape from him. Soon both of them reached Louis' flat.

Louis opened the door of the flat and locked it behind him before Harry could even say something.

Harry knocked the door for a while. Of course, Louis didn't answer. This was not the first time he did that. But last time, things were different. There was a hope that Louis would listen to him. But this time, Harry had to cross his limits. Luckily Zayn had given him a spare key just before he started following Louis. He opened the door without thinking twice and rushed towards Louis' room, as he found the living room empty.

Louis hadn't kept the door open but it wasn't locked either. Thank god! Harry thought. He took a deep breath before opening the door, trying not to cry even before facing Louis, his heart beating wild.

He entered the semi dark room, lit with a beam of moonlight through the window. The bed was empty, so he directly went to bathroom, but it was empty too. He scanned the rest of the room to find a curled ball at the edge of the study table, facing the darkness. That was one of the few tiny places in the room which was not lit by moonlight. He moved closer to him, his knees shaking, hands sweating, throat drying. He crouched down to sit beside Louis, pulling him up from the floor to his chest, struggling to hold his tears back. Louis didn't resist though, he was motionless, probably didn't even notice that it was Harry.

Silence.

More silence.

Louis was still in Harry's arms, Harry couldn't bring himself to do anything other than holding him as close as possible.

"Zayn hates me", Louis broke the silence.

Before Harry could respond, Louis continued.

"I've never seen him looking at me like that. He was disappointed in me, he felt betrayed, I could see that on his face, written clearly"

Harry caressed his back, that was all he could do. His voice didn't come out of his dry throat, his head was still a little fuzzy from alcohol. He held him tighter, as if it was possible to hold him tighter than he already did before, without choking him to death.

"He has been the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I never felt like we were not related, he was like a brother I never had, he still is. He worries about me so much that my own blood relatives could never. Not that I have anyone other than my sister or grandparents. I thought... I thought, pushing him away would be better for both of us. I don't want him to worry about me because I don't deserve him. He's struggling to keep me sane since my mum died. He fought everyone for me....even my..... even my biological dad", Louis sighed deeply.

"I have been an asshole to him always. I never really told him what I feel about him, how much he mattered to me. He is...... he is my best friend? no that would be an understatement .......he is an angel....my guardian angel....my father maybe. My dad's got nothing on him. He fought everyone in the college too, just to stop them from gossipping about me. He even got his boyfriend to have my back always, to babysit me", Louis lightly chuckled at that, "he is such a lovely human, innit?!", Louis said.

"And what did I do to him in return? Told him fuck off! Told him to mind his own business, told him to not meddle with my life as if my life would even have a shape without him!", Louis almost shouted each sentence.

"I've never felt this empty before. I thought losing my mum, my freedom and you, would make me numb enough to handle the pain of losing him but.....but...I....I can't...I can't do this anymore.....I don't deserve.....I hate....... I can't.......", Louis started sobbing. Harry was slightly relieved to know that Louis had acknowledged him. He was really angry at him for everything that happened in the past two weeks but the way he broke down in his arms broke his heart and all his anger melted into tears. Louis looked really helpless. He closed his eyes to hold back the uncontrollable tears and placed a small kiss on his hair.