Outing Larry

Chapter 43 (Part 2)

A/N HEY GUYS AFTER SEEING HOW I LEFT YOU ALL WITH YESTERDAY'S UPDATE AND HOW YOU ALL PROBABLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT WENT WITH LOUIS AND HARRY, HERE IS PART 2 OF CHAPTER 43. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AND NOT GET TOO EMOTIONAL.

Louis' POV.

As soon as the door closed behind Val, I immediately feel an uncomfortable silence settle between us. It never happened before. Harry and I were always comfortable in our silences but this, this is torture. I know I owe him explanations but honestly, I don't know where or how to begin. I keep messing up his life every time.

I look at him and he looks so small sitting on the couch opposite me. He looks lost. He hasn't moved an inch or raised his eyes since I told them all that has happened. How I would like to know what he is thinking! Maybe that would help me know how and what to tell him to help him make sense of This mess I yet once again brought into his life.

'Harry,' I whisper, trying to get his attention but he remains stock still looking at the carpet. I doubt he even heard me as I seem to have lost my voice. I decide to be bold and slowly get up off the couch and cross the tiny space between us and sit next to him. He doesn't look at me and I feel like I want to cry. Being in such close proximity to him like this, so much that I can smell the faintest of strawberry shampoo coming from his hair is making me feel weak and all of a sudden I feel tired. All the struggles and fights of the past weeks are all tumbling down on me and I find myself wishing he could just hold me so I can let go. But I can't. Not just yet. I need to be strong for him because he needs me to be.

'Harry,' I say again and this time he seems to hear me because he slowly lifts his face and turns to look at me. I can't fathom the expression on his face whether its hurt, disappointment, sadness or regret. I'm betting its a mixture of all. I see his eyes, so green in the mid-afternoon sunlight that is filling this room. There are so many things I want to say, so many things I want to ask him and probably he has a lot of questions for me too but there is one burning question that's filling my mind. One sole question that his answer would either heal me or break me totally. I want to ask him if despite all this, he is still mine. But I know better than to ask him that just yet.

'Harry I'm so sorry,' I tell him. This silence is suffocating me. I need to talk, to tell him everything and I need to hear him talk to me. I just need to hear his voice and feel the comfort it gives me. He looks at me with so much tenderness in his eyes, that same fondness that he always reserved solely just for me that my heart beats rapidly in my chest and the butterflies in my stomach erupt in a nervous yet sweet frenzy.

'So they made you leave me?'he asks me softly and all I want to do is wrap him in my arms and take all of it away, all I have put him through these couple of months and just make it all better for him.

'Yes,' I say. I want to answer his questions not offer apologies that he might not understand. He seems to be thinking because I see his brows knit in a formidable frown, creating that beautiful crease between his eyebrows that I so want to smooth out.

'And all that happened, all that you told me?' he asks me quietly and I hear the uncertanity in his voice. It's justified. I offer him a smile hoping to reassure him some.

'None of it was true Harry. Not one single thing.' My eyes do not leave his face. I study his reactions, the emotions flitting across his beautiful face.