Yesterday's Letter

Apologies

It was the next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, and I knew without question where Louis was.
I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes, soon I am throwing my feet over the side of the bed, and I sigh loudly. How am I supposed to tell Louis goodbye? I can't. I know I can't. I stand to my feet and walk out of the room. My eyes already forming in tears as I see Louis packing in the living room. He doesn't notice me at first, at least, I don't think he does. When I hear him sigh I know that he has noticed.
                 "You weren't supposed to be up yet." He says softly, his eyes brimming with tears, which soon roll down his cheeks.
                  "Stop staring at me!" I'm not a freak!"
Louis's actions cause me to flinch and I know he needs comforting. Even though he hates me I still want to help him feel better. I walk over to him and hug him from behind, he usually likes this so I'm hoping it'll work.
                   "You and your caring ways...Harry..." He looks up and tears stream down his face, he doesn't have to say anything, when I can visibly see how he feels.
                    "I need to talk to you, Lou." I say wiping his tears away, he begins to smile but it soon turns to a frown. He nods slowly and presses a kiss to my forehead. I smile and take his hands in mine.
                     "I....I'm sorry that I yelled at you." I whisper. "You didn't deserve any of that..." He squeezes his eyes shut and I whimper. He's not going to forgive me, he shouldn't and I know that.
                      "Harry....?" I look up to see a small smile curve across his face. "Harry...I'm sorry too...geez...I always over react to the littlest things..."
He puts his hands across his face and sighs unevenly. Crying, I suppose. Which is perfectly okay in this situation. I pull his hands away only to see his puffy red eyes and swollen cheeks.
                       "Can...Can we please start over?" He speaks softly, his eyes looking towards his hands, which are shaking violently at the moment.
                        "Yes love, of course we can." I trace my fingers through his light feathery brown hair and smile. Attempting to soothe him because his crying breaks my heart.
                        "However you want to deal with this Lou.... it's completely up to you." I whisper into his ear, I want to make him feel happier. He doesn't deserve sadness, regret, or even pain. This I know.
                         "I want you to cuddle with me." He says as he puts his face into my chest. I hug him close to me now, allowing him to feel secure and loved. Most of all loved.
                          "Wanna watch something?" I asked casually, and he nodded.
He picked up the remote and selected a recorded show.
                           "I love you Tommo."
I felt him smile against my neck. This had gone from bad to good in just one tiny apology.

                               Two hours later.....
Louis is laying across my chest, his eyes are closed, and he is softly snoring. Saying he is asleep would be way too obvious. I smile now and sit up slowly, trying my best to not wake the sleeping lad. I stand up and carry him up the stairs to our bedroom. I unravel the covers and set him down gently. He rolls over on his side and I tuck him in.
                     "Goodnight love." I caress his cheek and smile. "Rest well."