nu komt het dat louis alles verteld
Roots.
(Throwback to the week leading up to Harry's disappearance)
Harry couldn't take anymore of the paps hanging outside his building. It had been a week since the case had been dismissed yet they hung around his flat, blocking the sidewalk and waiting for him to emerge so that they could take their stupid photos and ask absurd questions about him and Louis. Both he and Louis were still the talk on social media, with some new hashtag trending on Twitter regarding the case every day or something related to his fetishes or to the interview he gave to The Sun or some such other trend regarding the accusations and speculations that were being made up by anyone who could voice their opinions. TMZ kept investigating and trying to get scoops into his life and Louis'. It was draining Harry to the marrow.
Harry looked outside his window and was glad that there were no paps for the time being. Well it was still early which these days he made it a point to go out early to get his food and necessities from the Off-license next door then quickly back into the flat before they hounded him. He had even stopped going to University since they followed him there making matters far worse for Harry, igniting gossip between students and faculty members.
He quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. He needed milk for his tea and some eggs and bread for breakfast. He couldn't function without his tea. The clock on the kitchen wall read six fifteen am. Philip would be open by this time. He picked up the keys and rushed down stairs to make it to the shop and back in time before the paps showed up but as soon as he stepped outside, he froze on the sidewalk as he stared at his front door horrified by the fresh paint sprayed on his door. Words sprayed in white, standing out against his black door and Harry felt his heart ache in his chest and he cried silently as the words screamed out at him : "faggot", "slut" and "whore". He stood there shaking, the tears rolling silently out of his eyes on to his cold cheeks, those words hitting him harder than Louis' belt had hit him that night he had dragged him into the basement.
He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts and self hating words that assaulted his mind and he dashed back up the stairs and into his flat, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He ducked under the kitchen sink and searched for any kind of solvent. At the back of the cabinet he spotted a bottle of acetone that Zayn had left there months ago. He grabbed it and a dishcloth and dashed back downstairs again. He had to clean up that mess before people started to wake up and see them there. He poured acetone on the cloth and began rubbing furiously at the paint, his fingers burning but he didn't care. He had to remove them before the paps got here and took pictures and put them on social media. As he rubbed at the words, he knew that they would be stuck forever in his mind, burned into his memory. He rubbed and scrubbed not wanting the world to see those words especially Louis. He could not see this, or know about this. Ever.
As he worked at removing those horrible words with tears in his eyes, Harry made up his mind that London was no longer the home he had once set out to make here. He had been happy here before...before all of this....before Louis. He had had big dreams and hopes for a good future but then....everything changed and Harry knew that his time here was up. He couldn't stay here. It hurt too much. He had had enough pain and he needed to focus on himself, rebuild himself and mend all his broken pieces. He was too shattered to stay here. Harry had never known emotional pain of this level or a badly broken heart such as this. The only pain he had ever felt was when his mother had passed away and his father had kicked him out. That was the level of pain he had endured in his twenty years of life, but this kind of pain was on a whole new different level and Harry had enough. He didn't want to be the broken person that he was any more. He wanted, needed to heal and fix himself and to do that, he had to get away from here.
