Puppy Dog Eyes

My Fault

"So what did they say about her?" I petted our cat with careness.

"They said that she just had allergies, like you said," Louis, next to me, said as he changed the tv channel.

"Oh okay, that's good," I smiled, still caressing the cat that was falling asleep. Soon, I had to take the sleeping cat into its little bed and hope that all it dreams is good dreams.

I came back into the living room, but Louis had relocated himself. I sat down and began surfing the channels myself. I sighed and out of the corner of my eyes I saw Louis' phone. Shame to my curiosity, I grabbed it and aaw numerous messages shown on the screen.

But there were all from the same contact.

unknown: deal or no deal

unknown: do you want the thing or not

unknown: you know we can trade (;

I didn't know my heart was beating so fast, and too soon. What was this. Who was this? I didn't want to know, yet I did. A strong hit of jealousy fills my entire being and I couldn't do anything about it. Then:

"What the hell, Harry? That's my phone?" He grabs the phone from my hands.

Despite his aggresiveness, I quietly asked, "who was that?" I stared at him with my lost green eyes.

"No one, just a friend," Louis said with a straight face. As if he was practicing this routine if I were to ever find out.

"Okay," I weakly mumbled, and turned around. I felt weak. Too weak. I wasn't supposed to, yet here I am.

"No, Harry, don't be like th-"

"Like what? Hurt? Too bad Louis, it happens. I get hurt." I said, but then I looked at him, "I get hurt especially if you were the one that caused it."

"What did I do though? I caused you no harm," Louis said so easily.

I laughed with no actual feeling of humor, "Harm isn't always physical, you know? Its emotional too. That one hurts the most."

Louis acknowledged my words but continued, "You were the one being nosy and all."

"I'm sorry my curiosity got the best of me. I shouldn't have been on your phone. I'll keep my distance from now on." I stated, knowing damn well, I was digging a deeper wound for myself.

"No, Harry. It's just. I c-can't tell you what it is, or who it was," Louis tried grabbing my hands. I snaked them out madly.

"No, it's fine. Just leave me alone." I walked away, but he grabbed my waist, twirling me against his chest.

"Babe, listen to me," one hand on my waist and the other in my hair, "I didn't want to tell you because it's your surprise. Alright?"

"What surprise?" I asked, shaking myself out of his hold.

"It's, ugh, Harry I can't tell you. But I promise you, it's for you. Okay?"

I was debating with myself. "Alright."

He sighed in relief, "thank you, darling."

"Whatever," I said, going back to the couch, ignoring the confusion radiating off of Louis. "You're sleeping on the couch."

He sat next to me and sighed, "you little brat." He kissed my cheek and my nose.

I still had a hole in my guts that needed to be filled with answers and reassurance.