Mosaic

Louis Tomlinson, Chapter 3

Louis Tomlinson, Chapter 3

     I opened my eyes and I saw Harry staring right at me, I jumped back, frightened. "Harold, stop being Edward Cullen." He made a cheeky smile at me, "I wanted us to make breakfast together." I showed him a fake smile and said in the most exciting voice I could make, "C'mon!" He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, yanking me from the bed, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He was so happy that I was going to be making breakfast with him, I didn't want to ruin that for him, I didn't want to ruin his happiness.

     He already had the pancake batter mixed, apparently, I had been daydreaming. I smiled as he started to make a heart-shaped pancake that was huge, I put my arms around his waist and watched as he flipped the pancake over, then put it on a plate. He made a large circle then two smaller ones at the top, "What are you making now?" I ask. He smiled, "Mickey Mouse." 

     When he was finished, He had one huge heart, a Mickey Mouse, a small heart, and Minnie Mouse. I asked for the small heart and Mickey because they were the smallest ones. He put them on two separate plates, we both sat down, and he passed the syrup to me. I put some syrup on my pancakes, I started to cut them up when Harry asked if I wanted to go for a walk in the park after we eat, I agreed and continued to cut them. 

    We walked out the door, we held our pinkies; kinda like holding hands. We walked down the sidewalk to the park, the park was huge! The park has a fountain in the center, it has three trees around the walkway around it. They have a swing set and slide, but that was basically it. Most of the park was just grassland, but it was still beautiful with the fountains. I had always found fountains beautiful as a child, mostly the water; it fascinates me.

     Harry and I walked towards the fountain and I grabbed out a quarter, I gave it to him then reach into my pocket again to retrieve my own. "Make a wish," I said. Harry and I flipped the coin at the same time, the coins landed in the fountain, drifting down to the bottom.  I wished to be skinny, I wonder what Harry wished for to be honest, but if someone tells you what you wished for then it won't come true.

     We then walked to the swing set, our pinkies stretched out intertwined with each other. "Louis, when we were young, what did you want to be when you got older?" Harry asked me, looking over at him I replied, "I wanted to be a photographer. What about you?" Harry smiled and chuckled to himself, "An artist." "Why'd you want to be an artist?" I asked interested. "It was my way of forgetting everything that was happening around me, mum and dad divorcing, school, it helped me get away from the real world. It was hard to speak my ideas vocally, so I drew them on paper to show what I was feeling. Why did you want to be a photographer?" I nodded at his explanation and replied to his question, "Photography isn't about who is best, it's about telling the story that we have once encountered. There's only one you, so you can be the only one to tell the story that comes within. There's just heart and honesty, nothing else." I say. He nodded, "Why'd you give up?" "I don't know, why'd you give up?" I responded. He smirked, getting up and grabbing my hand saying, "Touche'."

     Harry was starved, so we stopped by a coffee shop, of which we didn't know the name. He grabbed a coffee with a crescent, while I ordered tea and just tea. We both began to walk home, Harry eating his crescent while drinking his coffee and I sipping on my tea slowly. When we finally got home, I slipped off my shoes and jacket. I threw away the rest of my tea, while Harry was still drinking his coffee. I sat down on the couch and flipped through the channels on the television, but there seemed to be nothing on. I looked over at Harry who was coming over to the couch, I smiled at him while he sat on me while I was still laying on the couch. He was squishing me, but to be honest, I didn't care.  

     He leaned his face down to mine and I looked into his jade-colored eyes, he presses his lips down onto mine. I melt into the kiss and just go with it.  Our lips moved in sync with each other, then his lips left mine, he started to kiss down my jawline, onto my neck. He bit and nibbled, he then grinds down onto me and I let out an inhuman sound, bucking my hips to make friction. He went to kiss my lips again while I try to take off his shirt and jacket, I felt something rough on his arms though and I was curious about what was on them. I stopped kissing, while Harry just looked at me confused, he sat up and looked at me questioningly.

      I looked down at his arms, I felt my stomach drop and my heart clench, Harry had scars and cuts going up and down his arms. Tears sprung to my eyes, I shook my head, while a tear made its way down my cheek. "What's wrong, Boo?" Harry honestly didn't know why I suddenly just stopped. "Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, his eyes widened. "Babe, I'm sorry. Are you not ready?" I just shook my head at him, "No, Harry. You did nothing wrong at all, you know that I really lo- like you correct?" I asked, he nodded his head. "Harry, I don't want to lose you, okay?" "Why would you lose me?" he asked. "Harry, I'm not going to make you stop what you're doing, but will you please try to stop. I love you, Harry, okay? I freaking love you, I can't stand knowing that you're doing this to yourself." He was still confused, I sighed, "Harry, I know that you cut yourself." His eyes got huge and he began to shake, he started to sob into my arms. "It's okay, Harry, It's okay. I promise you're going to get better. I promise."

     Harry had drifted off to sleep while in my arms, I couldn't carry him up the stairs to bring him to the bedroom, so I moved his feet and his body position to be laying down. I walked upstairs and grabbed a blanket and pillow, I laid the pillow under his head and the covers on top of him. I kissed his forehead and whisper, "Good night, Harry. I love you." I shut off the light and went upstairs, I grabbed my pajamas then took a short shower. I laid in my bed, praying Harry would get better. I hope he gets better.