Cuts and bolts ls

chapter seven

The next morning offered an unspoken recognition from the events of the night before, as Harry was unable to look me in the eye.
Silence filled the rest of that week.
The lectures had become more and more dull, even with the lovely Eleanor who always tried to cheer me up. I didn't even know if I wanted to go to that party now.
I carried on as normal around the lads, but Liam seemed to know something was up when I went round last night. I didn't want to tell him what happened because it was not my business never mind his, so I just said I was fine. He was so worried about me, and maybe he should be. I just didn't know why it effected me so much.

As for Harry, I wasn't sure which one was worse, him being horrible to me, or him completely ignoring me. Either way was bad and it really affected my mood.
It was a cold morning, rain dribbled down the clouded windows slowly with no real urgency, an icy wind snaking through the branches of the trees.
Harry had been gone all night and had yet to return so I couldn't stop thinking about him, hoping he was safe. Listen to me, I must sound like his mother.

It was a Friday, and I was absolutely exhausted. Although Harry refused to utter a word to me, he still relied on me to let him in at whatever ridiculous time he decided to return.
He had not attempted to cut again this week, but the images were so clear in my mind. I was constantly on my guard in case he tried again... Would he try again? He said he was a regular... Would he even come back?

"Louis Tomlinson."

I jumped out of my thoughts, glancing around the classroom to see everyone staring at me. Glad they're enjoying the view.

"Hello, sir," I said, confidently.

"Can you please pay attention?"

I leaned back and nodded,

"You have my full attention," I said, and the teacher just rolled his eyes because he was used to my sass by the end of the week.

At the end of the lecture, I packed up my half attempt of my notes, (I could ask Matt to photocopy his) and shoved my chair in.

"Hey, Lou, your still going to Nancy's, right?" Eleanor said, flicking her hair.

I blushed, lightly, nibbling my lip.

"Yeah, I'll be there."

She smiled, her white teeth glistening.

"Then I'll see you later tonight," she said with a wink, before leaving the room.

I turned to smile at Matt, who was well aware I liked her because I was making it so obvious right now. She was so pretty though.

When I got back to the room, I immediately got a shower so I didn't have to worry about it later. And also, I needed to get away from everything and just be alone for half an hour at least. I was so nervous for the party as I watched the water drizzle down my body... Was Eleanor and I going to do something? I had debated on shaving my balls or something but decided it was unlikely she'd even talk to me to me at this bloody party. Who am I kidding? Nobody was ever going to touch down there apart from me.

I stepped out the shower into the cold, rubbing a towel into my hair to remove any excess water before wrapping it around my bottom half.
I left the bathroom and decided to eat something before I went to Nancy's. I don't even know where Nancy lives, maybe Liam did? Eleanor better show up or the whole thing would be a waste of time.
I bet Harry's used up all the milk so I can't have tea the little prick.

I turned to the kitchen, and out of nowhere where, he bumped into me. I didn't even hear him come in, he must have brought his key for once.

"Shit!" I gasped, grabbing onto my towel which had fell past my v line, but luckily I caught it before it went any further.

Harry stared at it, I noticed he was clutching onto a load of white letters of something or other. They looked like bank letters, actually.

He laid them on the the side and knelt down infront of me, I swallowed as the panic set in as he got down onto his knees.

"What are you doing?" I said, backing up.

He took two sides of the towel and I froze, but was surprised when he simply tied them tighter then before so it didn't fall down. I could feel the pressure of his hands on my crotch and it felt good somehow. Shit I was getting harder.

Once he finished, he stood up to face me before walking straight past like nothing happened.

What the hell? Is that normal for him?

I forgot about food, I just went straight to my room to get changed into jeans and a blue and white stripped shirt with a hoodie. Luckily my boner wasn't too bad because I really didn't have the time to wank off right now.

I looked in the mirror, my heart racing a mile a minute. I'd washed my hair so it was soft and feathery, my skin clean.
I undone the top button of my shirt, and then fastened it again out of nerves. I was meeting the lads very soon.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry in the mirror, staring intensely at me.

"You just love creeping up on me, don't you?" I said, turning to see him.

I could swear he was like a ghost.

"I'm going out tonight," he muttered, pushing me to the side so he could use the mirror.
How rude does this guy want to be?

"Can you not push me?" I snapped.

"You're too sensitive. You've never pushed anyone?" He asked, and I couldn't help but think how different he was when he was drunk.

"No. Too busy pulling to push," I said, winking. He rolled his eyes.

"Like I said, I'm going out tonight. I won't bring anyone back but just let me in."

"Well so am I, so bring your key for once."

His head snapped around, and I felt a smirk lingering around the corners of my mouth.

"Where?" He questioned, not bothering to ask it casually.

"Well it's really nothing to do with you, but I'm going to a party. Now if you'll excuse me, love," I shoved him to look in the mirror one last time before turning. "I have to go."

"Louis," He said before I left.

"Hm?"

"Nothing." He muttered, shaking his head. "Get out if you're going."

"No need for that," I said, pouting slightly.

He threw his head back in frustration, closing his eyes as if trying and failing to search for the right words to spit at me.

"Look I'm sorry, is that what you wanted to hear?" He finally came out with.

I was caught off guard slightly, that was so random. I never expected an apology. I nodded, nibbling my lip- I'd nibbled it so much today it was beginning to drawl blood.

"You just piss me off," he continued. "You're always here, like my shadow."

"Well I do live here..."

"-yeah but it's annoying. Can't get anything done, I like to be alone and your presence contradicts that preference. Not my fault."

I ignored his childish rant and instead moved my jaw to the side to check each angle of my face.

"Don't forget your key," I reminded him before opening the door and leaving.

"And Louis," I popped my head through and he sniggered.

"Nothing."

Hannah xx