Maybe He Gives Me More

Not in the mood

Louis's POV
After Zayn had left I could hardly breathe. I knew maybe it was irrational because of all the things Harry had been through, but I was terrified that situation just scared him away. No matter how much my brain attempted to rationalize I couldn't help but feel like I had fucked this all up. Again.
The way Zayn spoke to Harry made me sick, especially because the words weren't exactly lies. All I was sure of was my love I held for Harry and the fear I had for losing him.
It was nearing midnight, but as soon as I heard the hard knock of a door I ran in case it was Harry. I could feel my nerves bunching up in my chest. When I opened the door instead of the curly headed boy, I was faced with a lanky boy with flaming red hair, my cousin, Micheal.
Even though it was late I knew with the little rules I had I was always supposed to welcome family in. Micheal and I were always close, but it was the kind of relationship that was always out of convenience, or because we were expected to be.
After we exchanged a quick hug, Micheal was swift in noticing the obvious tear marks running down my face, "What's wrong?" He asked. I smeared my face and pasted on a smile.
"Boyfriend troubles." My voice shook more than I wanted it to. I took Micheal's things and set them besides the staircase, and was prompt to sit him down with some water.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I knew as soon as he asked I should've turned him down, but I needed to tell someone. So I did. I explained to Micheal how I first met Harry and what his work meant. I explained all the cress and crevices of today and even though I felt guilty, it was worth it. It didn't seem real until I said it all out loud.
Micheal did nothing but listen to me, with a few comments in between. "Lou, you know I'm all for what you want. I just don't know if you should trust him." I smiled up at Micheal and thought about what he said. I trusted Harry with everything. Not even my own blood could tear me from him.
      As if the world was answering my thoughts, there was another knock at the door. It had to be him. I sprinted to the door and slammed it open, jumping into Harry's arms. He let out a small laugh and lightly embraced me back.
    I let go and examined him. Blood was everywhere. "What happened baby?" I asked and I couldn't help but stare at how beaten he had looked. A purple bruise circled both of his eyes, and cuts littered his face. An all too familiar smirk rose onto his face and he shook his head, "No worries, sweetheart."
     I closed the door behind Harry and motioned for Micheal to get up and meet him. Micheal strode over and his demeanor changed. Micheal's face became much more serious.
    Harry reached out his hand, and in less than a couple of seconds Micheal had pushed Harry's body against the wall. Micheal's arm went across Harry's throat and Micheal pressed his forehead against his.
      "Let me make this real fucking clear, cock sucker, just because your mom's a no good pill popping slut doesn't mean you can fuck with my cousin." Opposite from how Harry handled Zayn, I watched every muscle in his body become tense.
        Harry raised his eyes to Micheal's, "Shut the fuck up." The words sent chills up my spine and I was at a loss on what I was expected to do. Part of me wished my parents would come home, and another wished Micheal had never came at all. I should've never opened my mouth.
      "What? Mommy strike a nerve? I'm sure your father's been a real star figure, making a worthless piece of shit like you." I could feel tears running down my face. I felt helpless. I was helpless. What was I supposed to do? Stop it? Because I've always been known to have large muscles. The biggest fight I had ever been in prior to Harry was at a playground. A fucking playground for fucks sake.
       I saw Harry reach into his pant line, and within two seconds everything I believed in changed. He brought his hand out to reveal a gun, and put it to side of Micheal's head. I saw the red haired boy raise his hands immediately, and his cocky smile drop.
      My heart was in my throat. "I just watched my best friend get almost beaten to death by a pimp who's supposed to love him, and found out I might have to fucking have sex with every sorry fuck in the business. My life is falling the fuck apart. I'm not in the fucking mood for your pussy bullshit, and I'll say it one more fucking time; you shut the fuck up or I'll put a bullet through your fucking thick skull."
       Micheal kept his now shaking hands raised, and backed away. "Okay. Okay. I'm going to leave now." He backed up and fumbled to grab his luggage near the staircase. Harry didn't budge with holding the gun. I couldn't find anything to say to Micheal. Words felt foreign in my mouth.
      As soon as the door clicked, Harry took a cigarette and lit it. He sucked in and offered me a drag. I was in shock. "H-h-how can you just act like you weren't going to shoot my cousin?" I said with an edge.
     He let the cigarette hang from his mouth and he fiddled with the gun taking out the magazine. He held it out and I took it carefully into my hands.

               It was empty.