He has my heart. L.s.

12

*LOUIS' P.O.V*

His words are like a slap to the face. Something in me rises all the way from the bottom pit of my stomach to my chest; making it difficult to breathe.

"If you are going to deal drugs, forget about being friends with me."

His voice echos in my head, no it's not just echoing it's screaming. The words are pounding on my brain. He stares at me with wide, green eyes, the baby comfortably in his arms. For once I'm speechless, my mouth dry and my tongue seems to he swollen not letting me speak. Zayn quit for Perrie. I can quit for Harry.

"I'll quit," I mumble. "TI'll quit for you."

He looks taken back, actually he litterally takes a step back. He smiles that brilliant smile of his that has the power to make my chest feel tight. I caused that smile, I am the reason for that smile on his full lips.

"I'm glad Louis, this is the best thing for you!"

I nod getting where he's coming from, but the point is I need money. I need to provide for my family, he may not understand 'cause he's never been in the situation where his TV was shut off for not paying the bills. His Mum is always home.

We continue to make our way to his house, it's a short walk. Lux's Mum and Mrs. Styles are on the porch when we arrive. Harry hands Lux off to Lou since she's asleep. He grabs my arm and I try to ignore the tingling in my arm, he leads me up the stairs to his room. His room walls are painted a light blue and really his room doesn't seem like him. Maybe I just imagined it differently, but there are no posters of his favorite bands, or any trophies. The only personal things I see is his small bookshelf over stacked with thick books that would take me a month to read and him a minor week.

The shelf has three shelves and only comes up to a little above my hips, each shelf is crammed with books. On top of it there are books stacked. On his nightstand there are two copies of books. He reads a lot don't he?

Next to the window there's a wooden desk on it a tattered, leather journal. He writes. His room is oddly clean, not neat freak clean and not Zayn clean but clean. Everything is put somewhere and fit somewhere. I walk toward his dresser where a bunch of bracelets are some names fading because of being worn often, they line his dresser top. He has a lot of bracelets to cover his scars, don't go down that road Louis.

"Yup this is my room," he says I look over at him he's sitting on his bed. "Anything you expected?"

"I expected more posters and less books," I laugh he shrugs.

I walk over to another shelf that has a few picture frames on it. The first picture is of Him and a girl, they look similar, her face is narrower. Must be his sister. They are hugging with bright smiles on their face. The second one is a picture of him and Niall.
They are at what looks like a concert Niall is sticking his tonuge out and Harry is laughing. It's a cute picture. The third one is of him and his Mum.
She has her arms wrapped around him and his arm around her shoulders. Her eyes are closed a happy smile playing on her lips, and he has his big smile on. It's a sweet picture. That last one is of Liam, Niall, and Harry. They are all shirtless and in swim trunks Harry is on Niall's back sticking his tonuge out his eyes shut tight and Niall pulls a silly face making it at Harry, it half shocked. Liam is looking at the two cocking an in mock confusion.

"I like that picture," I mumble pointing to the silly last picture. Harry nods shyly.

"I like it too, it's my favorite!" I continue to look around the room, I notice a camera, a small digital camera on his nightstand. I go toward it picking it up inspecting it like it's the oddest thing.

"I like to take pictures sometimes, go ahead and look," he gestures toward the camera. I turn it on and get it to the pictures, I sit next to Harry on his bed going through the pictures. A lot if them are really cool and just an act of perfect timing.