Darling, just hold on

13. A very long and very needed talk

Monday 14/02/2011

Louis' POV

I ring the doorbell and a lady in her forties comes and opens the door.

'Hello, I'm here for Harry. Is he home?' I ask.

'OMG, You're Louis Tomlinson. My daughter is such a big fan. Can you stay a little? She will be home in about 10 minutes.' She says.

'I can wait but I'm here for Harry. Is he home?' I ask again, a little annoyed because she ignored my question.

'Why would someone like you ever want to see someone like him. He's useless.' She continues.

'I just want to know if he's home and I need to talk to him.' I say now really angry. How can someone say that over another person? Like he's not equal.

'He's home, you don't need to get angry. His room is on the second floor.' She says angrily now too, so I brush past her and go upstairs.

There is only one door on the second floor and the door is half open. I see Harry sitting on his bed with an empty expression on his face. It looks like he's sad but also like he has given up. It looks so sad with his cast and his arm in a sling. I walk inside and close the door.

'Hey Harry' I say quietly.

'What are you doing here?' He asks me, clearly confused.

'I just wanted to see if you were okay, which clearly, you're not, so don't pretend like you are. What happened?' I tell him.

'Nothing. Just my clumsy self. I was emptying the dishwasher and a plate fell. It broke. Debbie, my stepmom, wasn't happy with it. She started yelling and then went back upstairs. I was cleaning it up when you called. The rest you have heard on the phone.' He tells me.

'Does she yell often at you?' I ask but he doesn't answer. He looks down at his hand that are fidgeting. 'You can tell me. I really want to help. By you not answering that is an answer in itself. Does your dad know?' I ask him.

'I don't know. Most of the time he's working. When he's home, Debbie, Mike and Amy are home too. Debbie always yells but way less when dad is at home. Yesterday when we were alone at the hospital, was the first time since mom and dad divorced that we were alone together. He told me yesterday that he always avoided me because I remind him too much of his dad which is too painful for him.' He tells me.

'Are you scared, from Debbie?' I ask him. He doesn't answer but just looks back down. 'Look, you don't have to tell me everything, but do you want to stay at my mom's and Dan's place? You can stay as long as you want. You can send a message of call your dad so he doesn't worry.' I tell him.

'Are you sure Jay and Dan and all your siblings are okay with that? I'm pretty useless right now.' He asks.

'I'm sure. Mom and Dan really like you and you can't do much now but that's an extra reason to come with us.' I tell him.

'Okay' He says and he points to a duffel bag in the corner. 'I'm not able to carry anything and I need to pack.'

'Don't worry. I will help with packing and carrying. Just say how many from everything you need and I will put it in.' I speak.

5 minutes later everything he needs is packed. I have the duffel bag over one shoulder and his backpack over the other. I go downstairs to put in in my car and then go quickly upstairs again to get Harry.

He seemed in a lot of pain when he tried to get up earlier so I handed him one of his pain killers and said I would carry him. His ankle needs to rest now and who wouldn't want to carry someone as beautiful as Harry.