Locker 17

Chapter 93

*Harry's POV*

"Promise me no matter what nothing will change between us." I tell him, scooting closer to him on the bed.

"I promise." He assures me, pulling me into his arms. His soft gentle hands rub my back trying to sooth me from what just happened. My body is covered in sweat. It's all disgusting really but he doesn't mind. This is what makes me love him even more.

He keeps doing it for a few minutes until he grows tired of it. It's nearly two a.m. and we have another tour tomorrow, no time to be calming your boyfriend down because his traumatic past came back.

Louis stands up from the bed, walking away from me without a word. For a split second I swear he's going to leave me or something. What the fuck am I thinking? I'm so fucking paranoid about loosing him.

"I'm just going to bed." He says, giving me the idea as if he knew what I was thinking. My eyes follow his every movement until he lays down on his side of the bed. There's a space between us, there never is. Usually he'd scoot next to me, holding on to me but this time it's different. The bed is vacant but it feels empty at the same time. He's too far from me, mentally and physically. He promised nothing would change, it's changing. I do realize he needs time for all this fucked up shit to settle in. It's too much for him to take and it's all because of me. Paris was supposed to be an escape from all the bad shit from home, not an passage way to fucking hell.

I see him slip under the covers of the bed. I do the same as he does, moving my body closer to him. This time it's going to be different. He doesn't need me, I need him.

The best thing to do is to bring him close to me. Not emotionally because that I can't right now.

I know I can't sleep like this, having him away from me in the same bed is torture. I bring my body close to him. At this point I frankly don't care if he want to laying down next to him or not. My arms move over to his waist, wrapping themselves around him. The simple movements are so hard not to do. After I see this doesn't help, I move my body a but further down the bed to the point where my head is next to his chest. Normally I would be the one to have Louis rest his head on my chest but this time it's different. I rest my head upon his chest, still holding on to him. His chest rises and lowers with every breath he takes. The bearing of his heart is slow and fast all at the same time.

Tonight I hold him closer and a little tighter because without him here I don't know what I'd do.

How the tables have turned, after I find myself falling asleep on Louis' chest. His heartbeat serenading me to sleep.

*Louis' POV*

Harry ended up falling asleep on me last night. Probably the worst and best night of my life. Worst for the while traumatic Sam past, best because Harry for once was the weak one not me. Now that I look at it, it doesn't sound like a good thing but it was. It was because he finally opened up in some way, he finally let me in. No wall barriers holding me back. He brought down all his walls, willing to confess everything I'd want him to. But if I did, it's mean him digging into his past. A past that really want nothing to know about, although I know I'll have to eventually.

I find myself waking up under half of Harry's body. His eyes are closed. Slow, soft breaths of his are quiet. His hair is pushed back due to the many times I ran my fingers through it last night while he slept, hoping that in a way it'd relax him enough to fall asleep, it did.

Last night was a tough night, I could barely close my eyes without thinking about what it must of been like for Harry. Images of a fourteen year old helpless Harry being harassed by someone older than him is quite scary. Not only scary but traumatizing.