Blind Alley

Chapter 3.

LOUIS:

After being followed by paparazzi's and cameras all over town I finally got to come home and rest. Come home to poor Harry who had been waiting for me all day. I told him I wouldn't be long and here I go again staying out until late in the evening. He probably went home already, tired of the same old thing. Wouldn't surprise me if he is upset with me as well.

"Are you still home? Sorry it took so long x"

I text-ed, as my fingertips were freezing under the dark blue sky. I made my way down the street in a fast paste. I just wanted to get home by now. Away from this cold windy town and into my warm bed. Maybe make myself a good cup of tea as well. When I was just a few feet away from the building i leered down at my cell phone screen. No answer from Harry. See, he was mad at me. I don't blame him at this point. I looked up at my window a couple of levels up the building. The lights were out. Great, he had left. As figured.

As I got out of the elevator moments later I dragged myself to the front door and unlocked it. As i got in to the dark flat I dropped my shoes off on the floor and pushed them to the side with my feet. Tired as I was i just pulled my jeans jacket off and threw it on the floor as well. It was too late for me to be tidy. Not like I ever am anyway so.

The phone suddenly rang, so I walked back over to my jacket on the floor and reached my hand into the pocket to get my phone. But it wasn't the one ringing. I turned the lights on and looked over at the sofa table where familiar phone was getting an incoming call. Did Harry forget his phone here? Was that why he didn't answer? I walked over to the sofa and that's when I noticed him. Harry. He was sleeping on the sofa with his arms crossed trying to keep his bare upper body warm without a blanket. He always looks so adorable when he sleeps. I smiled to myself as i felt my guilt starting to grow. I can't believe he stayed all this time.

I grabbed the blanket on the armchair next to the TV. I held it out in the air and softly covered his tall huddled torso. I immediately noticed how his body softened from the warmth. I couldn't help but to smile to myself. He was like a big child, and I couldn't get enough of his sweetness. I leaned down and kissed his soft cheek. Then i walked over to my wardrobe.

"Lou?"

A soft raspy voice questioned. I turned to him in the other side of the flat and noticed how he carefully lifted himself from the sofa.

"Yes, love?"

I answered as I took my shirt and trousers of and changed to sweats. Harry walked over to me as he scratched his tired eyes. He was not wearing the same clothes as he was in the morning. He was wearing my pyjama pants, but no shirt for the above. I stared at his inked toned skin as he gave away a soft yawn.

"Why did you take so long?"

He asked. I walked over to the kitchen and he followed me.

"Well management wanted me and Eleanor to go to the cinema as well..."

I said as I put the kettle on. I finally made eye contact with him as he sighed. He cleared his throat before speaking and trying to act like this wasn't hurting him. Every single day spent hiding.

"Well... You're here now. So we can finally spend some time together"

He added, sweeter than ever. He always tries to make the best out of a situation. Although i wish he didn't wake up since i'm so tired. If i could just rest a while first...

"I'm actually quite tired to be honest... "

I finally said. He nodded and tried to keep calm. I saw the way his eyes tensed as he stared down at the floor.

"Isn't that just fucking perfect"

He said and walked out of the room. I knew he would get pissed, and i get it. I would too, but this really wasn't the time...

"But we have all day tomorrow?"

I tried, following him into the bedroom. He stared at me more frustrated than ever.

"Well I WON'T!? Mom invited me to my aunt's birthday, remember?"

"How am I supposed to remember!? Listen, all i know is that they kept me out all day, it's not my fault"

"I know it's not, i know it's THEIR fault but WHEN THE FUCK will you stand up to them!?"

He screamed. This had really become a big issue between us which has made things tense between us lately. Just like everything else. And these fights go on and on and on. I sat down on the bed in front of him as I saw how his face reddened from anger.

"I would. But Harry, you know it's not that simple"

"I know... I know. I just wish it could"

Now his eyes were reddening. His lips parted as tears filled his eyes. He tried to hold it back but his sob gave it away. He covered his face with the large palms of his hands. It tears me apart every single time i get to see him cry like this. It makes me want to break down as well but someone has to be the strong one here. If we both break down and give up all the time this will never work. So it feels like my responsibility to always be the one to keep all the emotions hidden and just comfort him and tell him that things will get better. Even if i don't believe it myself some times.

It was hard to keep the emotions back this time though. I tried to hold the tears back but the big lump in my throat expanded by the second. I felt my cheeks heating up. As soon as the tears started streaming down my face I fast wiped them away so he wouldn't notice. But how was i supposed to keep from crying when the one i love is breaking down in front of me and everything we've ever worked for feels so hopeless?

"Harry... Come here, sweetheart, come here"

I almost whispered as i lied down on the bed and opened up the blanket for him. He finally took his hands away from his face and reviled his red puffy face with tears still running down his cheeks. As he sobbed he lied down on the bed with his back against me. He has always hated when i see him cry. So he never wants to see my face when he does. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. I just wanted him to stop crying. It was shredding me into pieces.

"It's okay. Everything will be fine. Someday we will come out with the truth and escape the lies and pretending. I promise. One day."