One Of Her Students.

Chapter TwentyOne

Harry felt like he was glued to the floor. He felt his heart drop as he watched the man walk across the kitchen, not really paying attention to either of them. When Harry regained feelings in his legs, he untangled his fingers roughly from Louis’ before speed walking through the backdoor. Louis looked around, confused at the sudden freak out coming from Harry. He ran out after him, finding him sitting on the steps. He was staring blankly out at the yard.

"What was that?" Louis asked, sitting next to him. He wrapped an arm around him, bringing him closer to his body in a comforting manner.

Harry stayed silent and didn’t react to Louis’ embrace for a few moments. He finally turned into the side hug, taking a deep breath. “Her brother..” He trailed off.

"John..?" Louis raised his eyebrows at Harry, who pulled away slowly to look up at him. Harry’s eyes struck him, they were filled with fear.

"Y-Yeah.. He, He’s the one who did it. He shot Aiden." He almost whispered.

Louis’ heart stopped. They both sat in silence, Louis just staring into Harry’s tear-filled eyes. They had a look in them that he never wanted to see. Just plain fear and terror and sadness all mixed together into one look. He swallowed thickly, realizing something. That at some point of knowing John, John had killed Aiden. He killed the only person that Harry basically had had left and he didn’t even realize it. He didn’t realize that he had been friends with a murderer for the past few years without even knowing.

"I’m going to go tell them to leave.. Just stay here, okay?" Louis murmured softly, starting to stand up a bit.

Harry grabbed onto his arm, latching onto him. “I don’t want you near him, please..” He whispered, his voice shaking, “I can’t lose you too.”

"I’ll be fine, love. I’ve known him for like three years.. I think that if he wanted to do something to me he would’ve done it sooner." Louis gave him a comforting smile, "If you want, you can go into my room and wait?" He asked, holding his hand out for Harry to take.

Harry grabbed it immediately, his fingers shaking. He stood up, pressing himself against Louis as they moved back into the house. As soon as they walked by the stairs, Louis turned around and gave Harry’s hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing his fingers. Harry quickly disappeared up the stairs and into Louis’ room. Louis turned his attention back to the fact that his ex girlfriend and her brother, also a murderer, were in his kitchen. He bit his lip as he walked into the same room as them.

"So that’s the lad you dumped El for, huh?" John spoke, causing Eleanor to hit his arm as if she was telling him to shut up.

"Um.." Louis spoke awkwardly, "Can you guys leave?"

"You want the house to yourself so you guys can fuck? I get it." He winked, "Don’t worry. We’re almost done."

"No, I want you guys to leave now. I don’t want either of you in my home right now.” Louis said, glancing at Eleanor who froze a bit at his stressed tone. 

"Woah, what’s your problem?"

"Come on, John. I’ll come back by tomorrow and get the rest." Eleanor said, tugging on John’s arm. She gave Louis a confused look and walked out of the apartment, leaving Louis there in the kitchen by himself. He felt like his emotions were going crazy - like he didn’t know exactly what to feel. A part of him was scared shitless, another part of him was worried, and another was still happy knowing that he had Harry. He let out a deep breath, shaking off whatever shaky feelings he was feeling before before walking up the stairs to join Harry.

He almost let out a soft moan at the sight of Harry. He just looked so innocent and …adorable was just an underestimate. He had the blanket of Louis’ bed across his lap, he was leaning against the headboard of his bed. His arms were crossed as he stared absentmindedly across the room until he saw Louis and his eyes lit up. A small grin twitched on his lips as Louis crawled into the bed next to him. Neither of them spoke for a while, just the sounds of them shifting in the bed every once in a while. The only movement was the slow movements of their fingertips rubbing softly against their bare skin. Louis’ stomach did all kind of flips with every movement of Harry’s long slender fingers. He honestly would lay there forever if he could because this moment was pure perfection to him. This was honestly what he could live with for the rest of his life. “God, you have no idea how much I love you.” Louis cooed quietly, opening his eyes to find that Harry was already watching him. “I really do love you, so much.”