𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢 || 𝙡.𝙨

''𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡!''

After the delicious breakfast this morning, we decide to watch a movie and relax for a bit. The break we got from management ends tomorrow, so our schedule will be full with shows around Europe again, which means seeing Harry less. I'm glad were already half way through. One thing I did think about, was the fact Harry would be alone again and would probably going back to his 'boyfriend' soon. I am surprised that dick hasn't called Harry yet, about where he is. I'm glad he didn't though, I don't want Harry to go back only to get himself hurt more. I tried to talk to harry about it once, that was yesterday morning, the only thing he said was that he needs to get back and doesn't want anyone else hurt. I need to find a way to make him stay somehow.  

 Zayn and Liam sit on the smaller couch as me and Harry have claimed the big one. Niall took the recliner for himself. The movie is a bit boring, in my opinion though, Liam and Niall look like they think it's amazing. I stare down at Harry, he is curled up in my side with a frown on his face. 

''Hey, what wrong?'' I nudge his leg to get his attention. 

''Nothing, just thinking.'' He shrugged, looking back at the TV. 

''Harry, can we please talk about some things, just about our tour and such thing.'' I ask. I see him hesitate a bit before nodding and standing up. I follow behind and together we walk to my room. The boys don't even notice us leaving, to caught up in the movie. ''So, tomorrow the boys and I go back touring, we're going to France first. You can come with us if you want.'' I ask once we are sitting on my bed. 

''No, I'll go back to Jeremy, I think that's the best option anyway. He hasn't called me or bothered me in anyway the last days, which I'm glad about to be honest. But if I don't go back soon, there's a chance he will hurt my family. It was a deal they made anyway, I couldn't leave.'' Harry says. 

''Harry, this isn't right. You don't to be with him, you've said it once. He forced himself on you, took you away from your family, which is practically kidnapping and forbids you everything.'' 

''It was to help my parents.'' He looks down at his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. 

''How many years ha that been? Since they sold you?'' 

''4 years next month.'' He whispers. 

''You were 15! Fuck, that's illegal!'' 

''I know, but I just-'' He gets cut off by his own sob. I am quick to comfort him, I wrap my arms around his small body and pull him into my chest. He cries, sobs, wails, until he has finally cried himself to sleep. I lie him down in my bed and cover him with the thick duvet. Sighing, I stroke his cheek and walk out of the room. As I walk into the living room, all eyes are on me.

''Is he okay?'' Liam asks me as I sit down on the couch Harry and I were sat on earlier. I shrug, not knowing if he is fully okay. 

''I talked about his boyfriend and stuff.'' I said. The boys still don't know what exactly goes on in Harry's life. I never told them, as it's not my job, it would break Harry's trust in me if I did tell them. Liam just nods and stands up, going to the kitchen. 

''Is he going back to him?'' Niall then asks me. I nod hesitantly, not knowing it. ''I guess, as we're going back to touring.'' I say.