I've got scars (Larry)

chapter two

WooHoo, Chapter Two.

Enjoy my lovelies X

We get back to the hotel around 11pm and everyone heads towards their rooms.
I begin to walk to my room which is at the far end of the corridor.

We do this thing when we're touring. Everybody wants the biggest and best room so we draw straws and each straw has a room number on it. Whatever room number you pick is your room.
It prevents people complaining about getting the best room. I almost always pick the worst room.

The guys used to complain that it wasn't fair because Harry and I would share a room so we'd get 'an extra chance of getting the best room' as they would say.
They don't have to worry about that now though.

I sigh so loud that i swear fans on their way home from tonight's show can hear it.

Perhaps tonight is the night to talk to Harry. I have to bite the bullet and do it sooner or later.

I walk up the corridor and stop right outside his door. Every night for the past month i've done this exact thing.

It's like a procedure.
pace around the hotel lobby, decide to go to bed, start heading towards my room, announce that tonight is the night i'll talk to him, walk to his hotel door, stand outside for a period of time, my longest is 3 hours and 53 minutes exactly, then walk away from his door and go to bed.

Not this time!

I need to see him, to talk to him, to have him tell me we'll be alright and that we'll get through this like we have the past 8 years. I need to touch him again. To hold him. To have him hold me.

I need Harry.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself to face the man that I have been in love with since I was an 18 year old man baby who was just discovering the world, and himself for that matter.

I lift my arm up to knock but freeze in place when i hear laughing coming from inside.

I place my ear up to the door and try to listen as much as i can. I can just about make out Harry's voice and I hear the faint whispers of a woman's voice. She must have said something funny because their laughter echoes throughout the entire hotel floor once again.

I slowly take a step back and begin to walk away from his hotel room when i hear the click of the latch.

Before I can even take another step back I see Harry walk out of his room, a woman's hand in his.

"Hi! You're....Lewis, right?" The mysterious woman says after a long pause. She then smiles up at me with piercings blue eyes.

"I'm Carrie" she squeaks as she dives towards me, pulling me into a hug.

"It's Louis" i say bluntly while awkwardly tapping her on the back.

She releases me from her monstrous grip and i peer up at harry, our eyes locking and both swirling with emotion that's unreadable to the untrained eye.

"I'm sorry" says Cassie. Cassie? uh, Carol? whatever the fuck her name is.

I wasn't exactly paying attention to her introduction, I was far too busy looking at her stupid hand in my boyf- uh, Harry's.

"For pronouncing your name wrong, that is" she adds.

"Oh, uh, it's fine" I assure her.
It's silent for about three seconds but it feels like three years. I look around the place, unsure of what to do next.

The swinging of her hand attracts my attention and I watch as she reaches for Harry's hand and I silently gulp while watching her intertwine her fingers with his.

I look up at Harry with pleading eyes. Why is he doing this to me? The whole situation isn't my fault. Does he think i want this?

A single tear escapes from my eyes and as if on cue Harry tightens his grip on Carries hand and pulls her towards the lift.

"It was nice meeting you" Caroline shouts as she's dragged into the metal box.

"Stupid. Fucking. Arghh" I yell as I kick the wall, a swift punch follows.

This continues for about 5 minutes until Lou, our hairstylist, rushes out of the room that's about five feet away from me.

"Louis!" she exclaims in annoyance "Why on earth are you banging?"
Her eyes soften when she sees my tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

She looks up at the wall that my forehead is currently leaning against and gasps. She runs over to me and grabs a hold of my hands, examining my knuckles

"Louis, you're bleeding!" she says in a hushed tone.
I try to speak but the only thing that escapes my lips is a harrowing sob.

"Oh, doll. Let's get you inside" she says sadly as she gingerly places her arm around my waist, guiding me to her room.

As we begin to enter her hotel room I see Harry appear from the lift, alone.

He sees Lou holding me and begins to rapidly walk over to us.
I watch his eyes swiftly capture the blood stained wall and then watch as he does a double glance.

He slowly walks towards the wall, traces the blood stains with his index finger and then I watch as he steadily looks up at me, his eyes filling with tears.

Lou continues to bring me inside of her hotel room and swiftly closes the door before harry has a chance to do anything else.

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