Dark secrets

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Louis' POV

I know what's wrong with me now. I understand it, I get it. I should've realized it but I didn't so call me stupid or whatever but it doesn't matter now. No, I'm not talking about Harry, that boy is a mystery I'm definetly not capable of solving. Im talking about me. Not in a selfish way or anything because this could have something to do with Harry.

Anyway, back to the topic on hand. I understand now why I want to protect Harry so much. Why I came home and bursted into tears last night. It makes since now. The way I want to protect him like he's a piece of glass capable of ending the world if he's dropped. That boy is broken and you'd be blind not to see it. No, he's not broken. He's beyond that. He's been crushed so much that if I were him, I don't think I could take it any longer. He's strong. Really strong.

But that man, the one he... shot. Who the hell was he and why did Harry shoot him? What was he going to do with that gun anyway? Harry doesn't seem to be the kind to hurt people, but get hurt, alot. The worst part is he didn't even hesitate. He just raised it and pulled the trigger. What if he missed? Poor Niall wouldn't have made it.

It's okay now. I fully understand. I like him. Not just like him I like like him. Like in a way a boy shouldn't like another boy. It shocked me too. Now I'm just sitting here, in my room, contemplating on whether I should talk to my mum and ask her what happened or not. Would she tell me or yell at me? Break down and cry or completely ignore me? There's only one way to find out.

I got up off my bed that sits in the corner of my room for the first time since late last night. Standing in the middle of the room, I glanced to the mirror that stands by my closet door. My hair was a mess, understandably, and I had the same clothes I had on last night. It surprised me that I even had clothes on given I sleep in just my boxers, and sometimes nothing at all.

I sighed and walked to my door. Before I left I turned back and looked out the door to the house across the street. Harry's house. This could be the day it all makes since to me. From why he pretended to be Gemma's cousin to why he came home the other day a mess. It looked like it would storm today. it was windy and the sky was dark. Fitting.

I stepped off the last step and looked in the living room. Empty. It was eerily quiet in here. I walked to the doorway to the kitchen. My mother was sitting there on her laptop writing things down on a piece of paper. She hadn't noticed me yet.

"Mum?" I called. My voice cracked. Probably from not speaking in a while. As soon as she saw me she shut her laptop and hid the paper. "Lou. I didn't see you there." I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Where's the girls?" I asked. "At a sleepover with the neighbors. You hungry? We can go somewhere in town." She offered.

I looked at her suspiciously. "Sure." I agreed. I walked back upstairs and got stuff ready for a shower. I could talked to her there I guess.

30 minutes later, we were on our way to Benjy's (A sandwich shop in the UK.). I stared out the car window the whole time. The car was silent apart from the faint sound of some song by The Script on the radio. It was a comfortable silence since neither of us made an effort to make conversation. I watched the city lights go by as people outside the car talked, laughed, and interacted on the cold streets of Cheshire.

Mum pulled the car to the side of the street and took the keys out of ignition. We got out and walked in the door where the strong aroma of cooking bread and other things hit us. Im not sure why she chose this place but it doesn't matter. I'm starving.

We sat down with our food. Mum didn't eat right away. Instead, she looked at me. "Boo?" She called. I let my eyes meet hers. "Yes?" I asked. "What's been up with you lately? I mean, I can understand you being a little upset but, I heard you crying last night." She said. I let my eyes drop from hers to the table. How could I explain this?