(Louis' POV)
"Louis." Harry breathed. I stood there in shock. Not moving an inch.
He's here. He's alive...
The next thing I knew was that my blood was boiling in anger. This mother fucker. Ignores me for over a year. Then just randomly shows up at my door? No.
I took a step closer to him and swung my hand as far back as I could and let it go. Slapping him as hard as I could right across the face. Tears spilling down my face as I did so.
He grabbed his face, tears brimming his eyes. "I deserved that... Let me explain, Louis..." He whispered.
"Why? Why are you here? Where'd you go? Why'd you leave me?" I blurted out.
"Let me in... And I'll explain." He pleaded.
"O-okay..." I said quietly, and led him into the living room. Slightly embarrassed because my flat was trash from me being too depressed to bother cleaning it.
"Okay... Listen... You remember how I told you I would ask my mum if I could visit you, to take of you because of your knee surgery..?" He said, shifting his gaze to the ground.
"How could I forget? It was the last Time you ever spoke to me. I was here alone, in pain. Pain from my knee and even more pain from you shattering me." I said bluntly.
"I'm sorry... But... The next morning, I went to ask my mum... And she uh... She started yelling at me, telling me I was disgusting for even wanting to be with you... she's highly against gays... The day you were in the hospital she told me she didn't want a fag for a son. After I had told her that I loved you, and didn't care what she did. That nothing could stop me from being with you, she... Beat me, took my phone from me, smashing it with a hammer and then took everything else away that I could possibly use to get ahold of you. I'm so sorry, Louis... Please... I'm so sorry..." He said, now shaking with quiet sobs leaving his mouth.
Did his mum really do that...?
"She wouldn't let me leave the house... She began to even homeschool me, just to make sure I wouldn't try and contact you... Today is the first day she let me out of the house... I'm supposed to be with Niall... But, I immediately came here..." He said, now shifting his gaze to look at me.
I looked into his eyes and I could tell that he was speaking the truth... He's been through so much... I feel so bad...
"I don't expect you to forgive me... But, for what it's worth... I'm so so so sorry. I love you, so goddamn much. Lou, you're my world..." His voice cracked at the end.
I could feel hot tears running down my face at his words.
Could I forgive him? SHOULD I even forgive him?
Of course I should... I love him...
"It's okay..." I whispered, "I love you too..." Then I found my self throwing my body into his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist tightly. I hid my face in his neck as I breathed in his sweet scent.
He quickly wrapped his arms around my body. One gripping my bum firmly so I couldn't fall and the other laying gently on my lower back.
"Miss you so much..." He whispered into my ear.
"I missed you, too" I said quietly with a shakey voice.
He held me for what felt like forever until I heard an angry voice boom throughout my flat.
"What the hell are you doing here!?"
