No Control

Don't Wanna Be Stone Cold

I'm a bit iffy about this chapter, so sorry if it's not an ace chapter. Also, this is where the story really begins to pick up. Love you all!

Chapter 9:

LIAM

I sighed and sat on the couch as Harry left. I wanted to do something for him, but I had no idea what I could do. The only person who really made him happy was Louis, but Louis wouldn't even say what he wanted to say.

"You need to talk to Harry." I said aloud, making sure he heard me.

"I just did talk to Harry." He mumbled, and I knew Louis was scared. He was scared of his feelings and he was scared of hurting Harry again, but I knew Harry was more broken without him than with him. With him they both felt whole.

"No, Louis. You know what I mean. You need to go to him and have an actual conversation. You need to tell him that you do miss him and that you still love him because I cannot go another day of seeing Harry so broken and destructive towards himself." I announced. "And I've only seen him twice!"

"I can't tell him that I love him, Liam. He needs to move on. He needs to fall in love with someone else. Someone who'll make him happy in ways I never could." He said, and that was complete bullshit. I could tell Louis was trying to convince himself of that as he said it.

"That's nice and all, but we all know that Harry will never love anybody. Not like he loved you. And why the hell he loved you, I have no idea, but you should feel lucky that he did because he is a great person. Yes, you hurt him and broke him up inside, but he still loves you. Don't you see that he needs you?"

"He doesn't." He said, trying to control his voice and his breathing. I could tell he was getting a bit pissed at me being so persistent, but they needed someone to push them together. "He needs someone who will love him for who he is. Someone who is going to always be there for him. Someone who his family approves of. Someone who will always protect him and never ever hurt him." He said.

"Fuck what his family thinks!" I said. Sure, it may seem harsh, but his family didn't seem to even notice his unhappiness. Why should they have to approve who he's with? "And that's you, Louis. You do all of that for Harry. You know you love every single little thing about him, so don't sit here and tell me-"

"No, I don't!" He yelled. A small glimpse of the old Louis came slithering through, that same stone cold expression on his face. There was the familiar darkness in his eyes, that harsh glare that he gave everybody. The same dominate stance, shoulders back and head held high. It wasn't the Louis I knew now.

But then he closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, and when he opened them, that Louis was back. The same Louis who let Harry in and accepted his feelings. But that Louis was in a constant battle with that angry one every single day.

"I don't love him. I told him I only used him for his body, and I will say it to you, too. I don't." He said, but I could tell he hated himself for saying the words. It was all a lie. A lie he hid behind, but I only had one shot at helping him see that he needs Harry and Harry needs him.

"Yeah? If that's true then why did you cry every night for five years?" I asked, making Louis freeze and stiffen. "Yeah. You thought nobody heard, but I did. Every night. You would cry, calling out Harry's name. You needed him, and you still do. You know it, and I know it. You would cry and whisper. You'd say that you loved him, beg for his forgiveness, call him your baby, your angel, your love. I heard, but I never said anything because I knew you would deny it around all the other prisoners. But now you're here. I'm here. And Harry was just here. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you didn't wish that you could just hold him and love him and have him as yours again. Tell me that you only used him for his body. Tell me you don't love him, Louis! If you can do that, I'll let this go." I finally stated.