Behind the Mirror

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12: Monster (Skillet)

***NOTES: I have only three words for this chapter:

It's...Drake's...POV...Yeah. Boom. Read, vote, comment.***

Drake was waiting.

It's all that he could think of to do now. He had been going out and getting totally smashed on Friday, expecting Louis to be on the couch like he always was. But no. He wasn't there. He had went to the gym on Saturday because he heard Louis mention working out, but he wasn't there either. He searched all around town and asked if anyone knew where he was, but to no avail. So it was Sunday, and he was waiting. On the couch. For Louis.

He scoffed to himself at the irony when he saw that the clock read 2:36pm. This is ridiculous. he thought to himself and stood up. He stalked over to their small kitchen with an angry puff of air. Opening the fridge, he frowned at the lack of food, then yelled, "Lou! Where's the foo-oh...right," he muttered when he remembered that no, Louis wasn't here right now. That's okay though. He'd come home. Louis always came home.

Drake chuckled darkly as he pulled out a water bottle and laid himself down on the couch once again. Every time he replayed his last conversation with his boyfriend, he wishes that he could take it back. He was just so upset and afraid that Louis had found someone else that he...he had used force. But as he thought a little bit deeper, that's how everything ended with him and Louis. Violence. And it wasn't even on the younger lads half. Part of Drake knew that it was all his fault, but the other half didn't want to admit it.

He scrubbed his hands down the sides of his face and took a sip of his water bottle, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. It relaxed him a little bit until he thought about his Louis again. Yeah, his Louis. No one elses. Like Drake always did, he got upset.

He threw the water bottle back in the fridge and normally he would be angry, but right nowit was worry. Paranoia. He was so paranoid. He was paranoid that Louis was going to leave him for this, this Harry person. He almost gagged at the name. Harry. He needed to show Louis that he was the only one for him, and to put Harry in his place. He looked at the clock one more time; 3:11. Drake grabbed his keys off of the counter and was looking for his wallet and then...

Knock. Knock.

He heard it. Two hesitant knocks at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Drake went completely silent when he heard it the second time, which sounded a little bit more confident. Then he heard Louis' raspy voice from the other side of the door. The voice he'd missed more than he'd care to admit.

"I don't think he's home," he said to someone else. Who else is with him?

"Are you sure?" The second voice was much deeper and certainly belonged to a guy. At first, Drake wanted to storm out there and rip out the second guy's vocal chords for even talking to his boyfriend, but then his eyes grew in terror. He couldn't let them see him, not yet. He kept listening as he frantically, yet silently, searched for a hiding spot:

"Well he normally would've answered the door by now if he was,"

"I guess, but you can't be too sure. What if he is in there though? I'm taking you away if he is. I'm not joking, Lou," Lou? Fuck you, mystery man.

"Harry, are you quite finished?" Drake opened the door to a small coat closet in the living room and the color drained from his face. It was Harry. The Harry. Drake kept the lights off and hid himself behind the door and closed it. He heard Louis' keys jingle and then the door opened.