One Of Her Students.

Chapter Eight

[this chapter takes place immediately after the last] :)

“Well.. You didn’t give up on me.”

"Of course I didn’t." Louis said softly, turning to face Harry. The only way he could see his face is because of the bright moon above them. Harry turned and faced Louis too, giving him a small smile. Louis returned it and shifted back to his original position - looking up in the sky. "Do you come here a lot?" Louis asked.

"Yeah. I try to every night. It just, brings back a lot of memories. Good ones and bad ones." Harry sighed, closing his eyes. Louis glanced over at him, knowing who he was talking about. Especially since Niall told him about Aiden.

"Can I ask you something?" Louis asked. Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Louis. Before answering, Louis continued. "It’s just Niall said something the other day about ..Aiden. You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to."

"Let me guess what it was." Harry said, his eyes glued on the sky. Louis stared at him as he spoke, "He told you that Aiden and I dated and that I was gay, right?" There was a pause of silence, he started to sit up. "Look if you have a problem with me being gay—" 

"No!" Louis said, grabbing his arm, "I don’t have a problem with you being gay. Not at all. I was just wondering.. why you didn’t tell me about you two.."

Harry took a deep breath, laying back down. This time he laid on his side, facing Louis. They both stared at each other with intense eyes, “I don’t know. I felt like you wouldn’t really have cared about hearing about him.. That it wasn’t really that important to tell you..”

"Of course it’s important, Harry." Louis whispered, "Niall told me that you guys were together for three years.. If you would’ve told me about him, I would’ve never asked—"

"I want you to know about him— us. What happened. Sure, it’s hard to talk about him and yes.. I miss him a lot. I miss him so fucking much and I feel so lonely sometimes, but I want you to know. Because I honestly don’t feel as lonely as I used to feel since I met you." Harry said, his eyes didn’t once leave Louis. Louis stayed silent as Harry continued. "You know, he was the first person I told about the whole mom situation." He sighed, trying to find the words, but they weren’t coming.

"You don’t have to tell me if it’s too hard.." Louis whispered.

"No, I want to." Harry said immediately, "The first time she hit me was when I left his house… It was the day that my dad died. I was supposed to come home that night at 10:30. My mum was going to call me and ask me if I was ready, but him and I were messing around or whatever and I ignored my phone. She called me 7 times then just texted me with a, 'hope you have a key. have fun walking home.' it wasn’t in a mean way at all, it was just a way that she was trying to pass a message on. I fell asleep at his house,” He sighed, closing his eyes.

He could feel his eyes stinging with tears. Louis could sense how upset Harry was feeling. He leaned over and took Harry’s hand. Harry squeezed Louis hand tightly before continuing with the memory that stayed so clear in his mind. He hated it.

"So, when I woke up.. Aiden and his family had to go to his Grandma’s house. They invited me but I knew that my parents would’ve been so mad if I went, especially since I missed their curfew. So I called my d-dad and asked if he could pick me up. I knew my mum wasn’t going to, judging from the messages from the night before. I could hear my mum in the background getting mad at him because he was saying that he was going to pick me up. I remember her saying something like, ‘make him learn his lesson!’ or something.." He sighed, "So.. he told me that he was going to get me. I was waiting outside of Aiden’s house for them, we only lived like 15 minutes away - if you drove. But about an hour passed and he wasn’t answering any of my phone calls.. So I kinda figured that he wasn’t going to pick me up. That maybe my mum talked him out of it. So I started walking him. It took a while, considering that I was walking so fucking slow." He let out a small chuckle at the memory,