Behind the Mirror

Chapter 7: Part B

CHAPTER 8: Counting Stars (OneRepublic)

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"Louis, I swear to God if it rings again, I'm throwing it out the window," Harry muttered in annoyance. Louis smiled apologetically as his phone recieved yet another call from Drake.

"I would turn it off but I'm expecting a call," Louis replied just as annoyed. Both boys sighed in relief when the ringing stopped. He wasn't annoyed at Harry, just the phone and vise versa. He looked over at the curly-haired boy. He had a frown on his face, and his knuckles were practically white from his hard grip on the steering wheel. But even with the annoyed expression he wore, he still looked beautiful. Louis let his eyes travel further down to Harry's neck, then his shoulders, then finally to his bicep, where a tattoo of a ship was. Before he realised what he was doing, Louis reached over and began tracing it with his finger. Little goosebumps formed on Harry's skin where his feather-light touches passed.

Harry cleared his throat and Louis jumped back and faced forward, stuttering, "Sorry. I didn't-I...sorry,". Harry smirked and glanced over at Louis' red face for a second before facing the road again,

"It's okay. It was just kind of distracting," he shrugged. Louis felt a smile appearing on his face,

"Yeah, sorry again. I just didn't know that you had tattoos. How old are you, sixteen?" he asked in amusement when he saw Harry's face contort in mock offense,

"I'm twenty-one! Twenty-two in February, thank you very much," he said matter-of-factly. They both laughed,

"Oh good! So it isn't illegal for me to think your attractive," Louis stated bluntly. Harry blinked for a moment before smiling goofily,

"You think I'm attractive?" he asked in disbelief. Louis looked back with the same amount of disbelief,

"Well yeah! Anyone can see with their own two eyes that you're good looking, Harry. It's not that hard to see," Louis giggled sheepishly. Harry cackled loudly,

"Well thank you then! It's nice to have two attractive blokes in the same car, innit?" Harry flashed a grin at Louis who just rolled his eyes playfully and scoffed. Harry's face dropped for a moment, "What?".

Louis shook his head and suddenly his shoes became very interesting. Harry nudged his arm and focused on the road, and he almost missed it when the older boy murmured something, "What was that, Lou?" Harry asked. Louis wore a sad smile,

"I'm not attractive Harry. I don't need the sympathy," Louis muttered. Harry's draw dropped and Louis shrank in his seat, unsure of what he was thinking.

"Not attractive?" he said incredulously after a moment of uncomfortable silence, "Louis, I know that Drake has said and done some horrible things to-"

"Just because they were cruel doesn't mean that they weren't true!" Louis snapped. In truth, Louis had been thinking a lot about his relationship with Drake. Yes, he treated him badly, but maybe he needed to be treated that way. Maybe Drake was the only one who was going to treat him the way he deserved. Harry is a great guy, but that was the problem. A good, kind lad like Harry wouldn't treat him the way he ought to. He was ugly, pathetic, and stupid. Drake had actually made a point in all of the things that he had said in done. They all lead to the same meaning: Louis wasn't good enough for anyone. Drake was the only one who could love him the right way. It was pathetic, but that's what people like Louis deserved, right?