Underground

Chapter 8

Louis walks passed the couch and opens Harry's room, he sighs as he looks around the room of the most dangerous man in Britain. It doesn't look that different to a normal bedroom. Although for a 27 year old single man it's very clean. There is a king size bed that sits in the middle of the room, there is a small window to the left that overlooks the green hills of London. There is a huge Tv on the wall in front of the bed, the ensuite attached has no door, it's huge and has a double shower and sink it's all stone and whites and creams it's actually stunning. Louis walks to the wardrobe and it's as big as his whole lounge room at his old place. Clothes on either side of a huge couch. Harry's suits are on one side and hoodies and sweats on the other, a vast contrast. At the end of the wardrobe though is a huge bay window that looks like a bed the window overlooks London's hills and the snow falling across them, Louis is instantly in love.

He grabs the blanket and pillow from the couch and wanders into the wardrobe. The cushions are big and so comfy and Louis lies sideways sinking into the cushions. He snuggles up and looks out the window. This is his new favourite place in the world. It's just beautiful.

Louis is sore and he's fed up, he's not stupid of course he knew something was going on but he didn't realise how dangerous it all was. He can't belive his dad is part of it all. Louis has never in his whole life seen or heard his dad raise his voice or even get mad, it's so strange, like a double life.

Louis tries his hardest but he can't remember what happened with his mum and if he's honest, he doesn't want too. He's put it to rest and doesn't want to re live the loss, the emptiness, it doesn't matter now anyway, how she died and for some odd reason Louis doesn't feel anger towards his dad, he was only trying to protect Louis. He just hopes his dad is safe and that the boys are all safe and Harry....he doesn't even understand these feelings. Why does he feel like this, why does he even care.

Louis is frustrated and feels like he wants to scream. Instead he cries, he feels so lonely and so confused.

He wipes his eyes when he hears frantic footsteps, obviously trying to find him.

He looks to the doorway and sees Harry who visibly relaxes when he sees Louis. Harry sighs and puts his hands on his hips looking Louis in the eyes. They don't say anything for a few seconds but it's not awkward.

"This is my favourite place to be too" Harry says as he breaks the silence and walks towards Louis

"It's bulletproof glass too" Harry then says winking at Louis

Louis scoffs and shakes his head.

Harry sits next to Louis legs opposite him.

"Want to talk about it?" Harry asks

Louis sighs and looks out the window just as the snow starts falling again.

"What about? The fact your stupid job killed my mum or the fact my dad was stupid enough to come back? Or the fact you're stupid enough to do what you do" Louis asks, he has no idea why he said that, he just doesn't know where to go with any of this.

Harry chuckles

"Ohh darling, you're lucky I like you, I don't let just anyone talk to me like that" Harry says it it's a warning.

Louis sighs.

"I'm sorry, I just" Louis starts but doesn't know where to go

"I understand, even if you don't think I do" Harry says

"I'm sure you do but you kill people for a living, I don't want to be part of anything you guys do and now I'm stuck in the middle of it all" Louis says.