Enemies?

6

^k louis we get it, u have an ass

3rd person pov:

Louis and Harry shortly arrive at Mr. Cowell's office with silence lingering around the air around them, waiting to be broken by any sound except their footsteps and Mr.Cowell who has just opened the door.

"Well if it's not Harry and Lewis being 14 minutes late" He taps his watch and invites them into his office. Cowell has never even bothered to learn Louis name for only one reason. Louis is gay and Cowell is homophobic.

Louis closed his eyes and exhales quietly at the incorrect pronunciation of his name. Harry nods at Cowell as a greeting whilst Louis struts into the office ;already annoyed. Harry also walks into the office and Cowell leaves the door open as Louis and Harry sit on the cushion chairs opposite Cowell's desk, not sharing a glance for personal reasons.

His office is medium sized with dark wooden floors which are freshly polished and shiny-clean. There's a light beige rectangular rug under his desk along with a couple of small plants scattered around the room, places in see through pots. There is only one window which is moderately big but can barely open. His office smelt of whiskey he kept in his 'secret' cabinet by the window and floor wax from the floor.

"I've gathered you two here to talk about your behaviour. It's confusing that..." Cowell rambles on whilst Harry who is sitting cross legged on the chair and Louis who is sitting with his foot on top if his other one think about what will happen next between them

Harry is convinced Louis and him only had a day out only to use him, in the past this happened many times and resulted in fights which were physically and emotionally abusive for him and causing him to overthink a lot especially when Louis practically locks himself in his room after a day out and making Harry feel used again. Not listening to Cowell and wondering about his situation makes his heart stutter.

Louis isn't listening to the orders from Mr. Cowell either. He's worrying about what the situation and atmosphere between him and Harry will be like when they're alone on the dorm without their friends. He's picking at his bottom lip as a coping mechanism. His past relationship fucks up everything. He's scared Harry will be triggered by the slightest things and hurt him- in both ways physical and emotional. In the past, after a nice day out and in public everything was in order and not harmful maybe even pleasant but once the person he was with and Louis were alone he couldn't breathe from fright.

They don't want to be hurt again.

Their pasts interfere with their future.

They don't want to be scared.

They can't love without letting go.

And maybe they won't ever let go.

Louis pov:

I wince at the thin skin being pulled at my lip but the pain numbs other pain and distracts me from fear. My body was in Cowell's office but my mind was in the harmful past where I was left alone.

I notice Harry is bouncing his leg up and down quickly and frequently. He stops for a few seconds and does the same, I count the bounces.

48,49,50

He stops at 50 and repeats the same thing.

I'm still paranoid that Harry will do something once we get back home but I push these thoughts to the very back of my mind when I lower my hands from my lip and place it on Harry's knee to comfort him. Just because I'm scared doesn't of what will happen won't stop me from helping him.

His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as his leg stops moving and stops tensing his shoulders up. I bite back a small smile; I comforted him. Like he did to me before. He'll never know that I know what he did that made me happy. Maybe.