Around My Heart In 80 Days.

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Louis POV

I wake up with a heavy pounding in my head and a sharp pain behind my eyelids. I slowly crack my eyes open and glance around. I don't dare to move my stinging body. I see Harry hovering nearby and attempt to close my eyes again, but he sees me and comes over.

"Louis, I can see that you're awake," he says irritably. He's annoyed with me and a wave of fear rushes over me. All I manage to do is to reopen my eyes and look into his.

"Morning," I mumble sheepishly.

"Pfft, morning was like 6 hours ago, it's almost dinner time," he snorts.

"It is?" I exclaim.

"Ya Louis! The time I dragged your ass back here and cleaned your face and body etcetera, the sun was already rising!" he huffs.

"Harry listen, about last night-" I start to mutter.

"No Louis, not about last night, here's how it's going to work! You are going to shut up and listen to me for once! I'm going to ask the questions and you're going to answer them! Got it?" he rushes.

"See, I'm more of a rule maker, not a rule follower-" I interject.

"Shut up Lou! Drop the whole tough guy charade around me okay! I didn't have to pick you up off the street! I didn't have to disinfect your wounds! I didn't have to make up a lie as to why you wouldn't be with the class today! But I did because I wanted too! Because that's what's right! So at least spare me the dignity of giving me some answers!" he rants. My heart is racing and I am trying to overcome the fear of opening up.

"I can't tell you," I plea.

"Why not?" he asks a bit softer.

"Just because! Because you'll hate me, and I'm scared!" I shout hoarsely.

"How don't you understand already that I will never hate you, Louis? I can't hate you, okay?" he shouts frustrated.

"Why?" I ask shyly.

"I-I just can't," he stutters, a crimson shade creeping up his cheeks.

"Please trust me Louis! What more can a person do to gain your trust? I watched you hurl up breakfast in the airplane seat next to me, what did I do? I dragged you through the terminal, through baggage claim and through customs half asleep on top of me while I carried both our luggage. I then followed you on your crazy adventure to skip learning and 'have fun'. Last but not least you fuck shit up somehow and I find you, and practically revive you! The blood and cuts and the bruises! I find you in an alley in the breaking hours of the morning bleeding from god knows everywhere! What do I do? I yet again drag you to the hotel put you in bed and polish each scratch on your body. And you have the audacity to not even trust me?" he says sadly. The way he says it and the sad look in his eyes makes me want to scream. He's staring at me like I just kicked his brand new puppy. My eyes start to sting as I think about it. I want to tell him some of the things that I'm feeling, but not too much.

"What do you want to know?" I ask. He looks at me surprised and grins. He climbs onto the bed beside me and lies down.

"Jackie," I mumble.

"Jackie, who the hell's Jackie! Do I know him? Could I take him?" Harry starts to freak out.

"Haz, hey! Let me finish," I say and he falls silent.

"I ran away, I ended up in an alley where there were a few drunk guys, and they stopped me and started a fight. The main guy was Jackie and he- Well clearly beat the shit out of me," I say.