Behind the Mirror

Behind the Mirror: Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: Breakeven (The Script)

***NOTES: Alright! Chapter 2! Okay I posted this in the same day I know, but I already had the second chapter written and what was the point in letting it just sit there? Post it now! Haha okay well like i said before I own no one in this story, there are trigger warnings, language, and minor alcohal usage, and possible smut later on blah blah blah! Woohoo! Second chapter is really sad and I didn't like writing it...it made me feel sad...but I had to give you guys some insight on Louis' relationship with DRAKE...bleh. Anyways this one is shorter than the last, but I promise that next chapter new characters will be introduced (*cough* Niall *cough cough*) and more happy Larry are coming!! YAAAAAY ok read! ^.^

As Louis walked up to his flat, he clutched his duffel bag with each step toward the front door. He didn't think he was ready to go home just yet, but then again, when was he ever ready? Louis sighed and pulled his key out of his pocket with shaky hands and unlocked the door. He stepped in ever-so-quietly, as not to disturb the eery silence that filled the apartment.

He made his way over to the bedroom and set down his bag next to the closet door to make sure no one tripped on it when they were walking. It was sort of routine by now, and Louis was on auto-pilot. He did the same thing almost every day when he got home; He came in, put down his things, made two cups of tea, and waited quietly on the couch for Drake to come home. It wasn't the life that Louis had seen himself living, but if anyone was to live such a horrible life, Louis thought it might as well should be him.

His thoughts wandered back to his last year of high school as he started to fill the kettle with water. The day of his graduation, Louis came out as gay and his mother had been willing to embrace it with open arms, but his step dad on the other hand, didn't take it so lightly. That summer, every time Louis came to Mark with a problem, he would only respond by telling him that he was busy and to go bother someone else, and he could have sworn that each time he left the room, he heard the word 'faggot' escape Mark's lips. The two had been extremely close until that day, and the fact that he completely shut him out just because of his sexuality hurt. What hurt even worse though was how the relationship between him and his mother crumbled. He didn't blame her of course, he knew that she only wanted to keep her marriage working, and who was he to tear it apart? No one important apparently because after about three weeks into summer break, his mother kicked him out. The last words that she said to him as he left were, “Don't come back here until you see past your immoral decisions!” and that's the last thing that he bothers to remember of her since then. He was happy with who he was, so there was no point in going back to only be shoved away again.

Louis was torn from his thoughts by the sound of the doorknob jiggling. He took a deep breath and a sip of his tea before the door opened. Drake stumbled into the clean, quiet flat and put his coat on the rack; then walked over to the sofa to sit next to Louis. “So how was your day?” Louis asked quietly. Drake glanced at the blue-eyed boy over his mug and nodded while setting it back down and swallowing the tea he had taken in,

“It was average. Like any other day,”. The room was silent, save for the sound of sipping tea and and rustling of the couch when one of the boys moved. After about ten minutes Drake finally decided to speak, “So I didn't like your attitude today Lou,” he stated coldly, giving Louis an expectant and cold stare. Louis gulped,

“Sorry. I was just having a stressful day with the students and all, so-”

“And so that gives you the right to talk back to me?” Drake raised his voice and causing Louis to flinch back. Louis shook his head and looked down silently at his tea. Drake's already thin lips pulled into a fine line and he glared at Louis dead on.

Louis set down his tea and squirmed underneath the intensity of his boyfriend's gaze. It was degrading and threatening, and he couldn't help but move from under the pressure. Drake noticed his slight response and tugged at his arm, “Louis, look at me,”. The smaller boy obliged and whimpered almost inaudibly in the back of his throat due to the pain from Drake's tight grip. “If you ever, and I mean ever talk to me like that again, God so help you,” he paused and inhaled deeply before winding his arm back and punching Louis square in the jaw, “Last warning, Tommo,”. Drake stood up and added gruffly as Louis cradled his jaw, “Oh, and you won't be eating dinner tonight,” and then he walked back into their shared bedroom.

Louis ran to the bathroom and examined himself in the mirror, taking in the extent of the damage. It would definitely be bruised and aching like crazy by the next hour, but he could worry about that tomorrow. It wasn't anything that some Aspirin and concealer couldn't help with. As he continued to look, he saw where the ghosts of scars and fading purple areas from previous beatings were, and instantly his stomach churned a little at the memories.

After taking a shower, Louis saw that it was nine-thirty and decided to head to bed. He put on some red sweats and a plain white t-shirt in the bathroom before entering the bedroom where Drake was propped up on his elbow and raising the blanket expectantly. Louis got the hint and slid into the bed beside his boyfriend who snaked an arm around Louis' torso; a little to harshly he thought to himself.

Just as the smaller boy was beginning to drift into sleep, a voice whispered haughtily, “You know, Lou, I wouldn't have to do these things if you would just listen,” Louis just kept his eyes closed and chose to not reply, causing Drake to chuckle lowly before falling asleep to, content.

~*~

Louis was never a heavy sleeper to begin with, so having the paranoia of Drake killing or raping him in his sleep just gave him more reason to stay awake. Brilliant, right? When he was one hundred percent sure that Drake was sleeping, Louis untangled himself from his boyfriend's arms and unplugged his phone from the charger on the wall. He shielded his eyes from the bright screen; 2:33. Of course. He sighed internally. If he didn't sleep at all, his class was bound to notice. The last time he hadn't slept for multiple days at a time, his dance class interrogated for half of the whole practice, bombarding him with questions like, “What's wrong Mr. T?” “Are you okay Louis?” You look tired.” “Is something wrong at home?” and so on.

With that in mind, he quietly shuffled to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He pulled out some sleeping pills, shook out two and popped them onto his tongue. He took the plastic cup next to the sink and filled it halfway with water and washed the two sleeping pills down. He looked at his silhouette in the moonlit room and smirked at himself proudly, Ha! They'll be none the wiser!

He sighed and frowned at his reflection, “What have you done to yourself Tommo?”. Louis knew he was broken. He tried to fix himself and his situation before, but that didn't end to well. One time Louis tried to break up with Drake and stay at a hotel, but that only resulted in him being locked in the flat for four days straight with the crazy bloke breathing down his neck the entire time, making sure he didn't try to get away again.

Louis shuttered at the memory and chuckled at himself. This wasn't the sassy, funny, mischievous Louis Tomlinson that everyone grew up knowing. Now that was just an image he put up to trick himself and others into thinking he was alright. He wished that he could just go to the dance studio and stay there forever. The studio was the only place where Louis could even remotely be his old self and release whatever he was feeling inside through dance. It's just where he was comfortable.

After about ten minutes the pills finally started to kick in and Louis made his way back to bed and began to think about the past events of today. He met Eleanor's friend, what was his name? Harry? Yes, Harry. He'd be lying if he said that he thought the boy wasn't attractive. How could he resist those emerald eyes and those untamed curls? Oh, and don't get him started on the dimples. Once you saw them on that brilliant grin of his, it was like you couldn't help but smile back. Don't make that face, it's infectious!

Louis giggled almost silently to himself and then bit his lip. Stop Lou, he thought, in case you haven't noticed, you are trapped in a relationship! Well, just because he couldn't show his attraction to the curly-haired bloke out loud, that didn't mean that he couldn't keep his thoughts about Harry in his mind, right? Louis smirked and closed his eyes as the pills really began having an effect on him, thinking about pure as well as not-so pure things involving green eyes and chocolate curls. Louis chuckled softly as he drifted off into full sleep.

Harry, he thought, his dirty little secret.