As the next week passes, I don't go to school. Louis gets all our assignments and brings them home. Ever since Sterling came over I have been to scared to leave. I don't want to leave the house. I am not as active as I was a week ago, and I stopped eating. Louis tries, he really does, but nothing is working. I'm just not the same.
Louis' P.O.V.
"Come on Haz, you need to eat. You haven't eaten in a week." I say "Nooooo!" he groans "Babe what has gotten into you? This isn't you! I haven't said anything since he was here, but now I need to know. What is going on?" I tell Harry, but he still just stares at me blankly. "It's just-" he stops "Go on. I need to know, I lo-,I pause for a minute, I can't stand seeing you like this." "It's just, that, I could have killed him, that doesn't make me any better than him when he almost killed me both of those times." he says with tears filling his eyes. I grab him and hold tight. "No, you are nothing like him, you never will be." I tell him as he waters my shirt in his tears.
The next day we went to school, together. People are staring at Harry, and he looks at me for help. "Don't worry love, I'm here, not going to let anyone hurt you. I also did something for you in the days you were gone." I say. "What?" he asks. "Just wait." "Ok." I stop, "Yes, you all fooking doubted me, I told you that Harry and I have been together for over a year and a half now." As I continue I look at Harry, he's in awe, this is something I said I'd never do. "Now, if you don't mind, STOP STARING AT MY FOOKING BOYFRIEND! HE'S HAD A ROUGH ENOUGH WEEK! Thank you." I give Harry a long passionate kiss in the middle of the hall. All eyes are on us.
The attention felt nice, after being in the closet for so long, it felt great to finally be free. The school knew not to mess with me, they know the kind of shit I can get people into. They just don't fook with me. Plain and simple. Now that they know Harry is mine, they won't mess with him either, or it's worse then the normal punishment for them. NO ONE LAYS A FINGER ON MY HAZ!
As the day passes, Harry just sticks with me. He is still acting like he is a lost puppy. I don't mind, except for the overly quietness. All my favorite conversations are with him, but he is still. Nothing comes outta him, not a word. I know by now you are probably asking why is a sixteen year year old taking senior classes. Well, first off, I wanted him with me. I was really worried, so I put in a word with the school. They are gonna let him stay with me as long as he does his work. So far so good.
We tried to separate earlier this morning, and he did not take that well. Harry went into this trance. He flipped out, crying hysterically, we couldn't figure out. I went to him, I held him for ten min before he stopped. He looked up at me and said, "Lou, is that you? I thought you were gone, they told me you were in an accident." I look at him. Those are the first words he's said since the fight. "Yes, Harry, it's me. I'm ok. It's good to hear your voice, I have been worried. I have been here holding you for the past ten min or so now. Harry, who told you I was in an accident?" I ask.
