𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢 || 𝙡.𝙨

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘼 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩

Walking through the hall to our apartment, me holding Harry's hand tightly in mine; I don't want him to run away. This may be the first time we actually met in person, but need to know him more. I need to know the truth.

''Lou, please, he expects me to be home soon.'' Harry whined, trying to get his wrist out of my hand, but I won't let him.

''Who? Your boyfriend?'' I ask.

''Yes.'' He says, his voice small and shaky.

''Why?''

''What do you mean 'why'? He's my boyfriend.'' Harry frowns as he says that.

''Harry, listen, you don't always have to listen to him, you know that right? He doesn't control your life.''

''Louis, what are talking about?'' I look down at him and raise an eyebrow.

''What I'm talking about, is that your boyfriend won't let you do things you like. He won't let you go to a concert, hell, you said he he even didn't allow to leave the house much, only if it's important. Harry, I heard things...'' By the time I finish, we stand still in front of the front door to mine and the boy's apartment.

''W-what do you mean, L-lou?'' He stuttered.

''Harry, does he hurt you?'' I ask then. He looks down, biting his lip.

''No.'' He tries to act confused, though I know he knows what I am talking bout. Plus, he's not really a good actor.

''Harry, don't lie, please. I've heard him hurt you, I've heard him yelling at you. You even said he never says something sweet to you, and you know that's what a boyfriend is supossed to do. You cried for help in the middle of the night.''

''Y-you saw that message?''

''Yeah... I did.'' I sigh. ''C'mon, let's go in.''

''But Lou.''

''No, Harry.''

We walk into the apartment, it wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. Just big enough for 6 persons. It has 6 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an average kitchen and living room. Though, we have a pretty view over London. I lead Harry to the living room and sit him down. ''You want tea?'' I ask. He simply nodded, looking down at his lap.

I make some tea and come back to the living room, Harry still in the same position. I hand him the glass of tea and sit down next to him. He gives me a small 'thanks'.

''So, what's even the name of your boyfriend.'' I ask, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us.

''It's Jeremy.'' He says.

''Okay, how old is he?''

''He's 26.'' He answers.

''Wait, how old were you again?''

''I never told you, but I'm 19.'' He whispers.

''Jesus Christ, Harry. He's 6 years older than you.'' I reason.

''You're not much younger than him though, you're 24.'' He says, which is true.

''That's not the point, we're not together.'' Wish we are though. He's the most cute person I've ever seen. God, I'm whipped. I know I have Eleanor as 'girlfriend', but she's not real. Management made me to date her, as they didn't want me to be gay. Luckily, when I told Eleanor I didn't like and explained the whole thing, she understood, so now we're just good friends, who date for the publicly.

''Why don't you leave him?'' I ask.

''I have nowhere to go.''

''What about family? What do you mean 'nowhere to go', I'm sure your family would love to take you in again.''

''It's not that simple, Lou. They don't care, they gave me to him. Like a gift...'' He whispered the last part.

''What?''

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