How To Save A Life

Chapter 10

Harry had seen all sorts of red flags appear in his head as he followed Louis' brand new Porsche into the woods, but for some reason he had just kept driving, ignoring his own right mind. It wasn't that he thought Louis was going to kill him and leave his body to be eaten by wolves, but there was just something wrong with the combination of a car like that and a muddy forest road. Louis' car stopped as they reached a clearing and Harry put his SUV in park. He got out of the car and walked around it to find Louis leaned up against his with a stupid grin on his face.

"So you live in a cave or something?" Harry asked eyeing the Porsche, concluding that this was all some sort of scheme to fool him and that he was going to point at some skyscraper from that cliff with a perfect view of Seattle and say he lived in the penthouse.
"Not exactly." Louis smirked and grabbed his hand. Harry's heart jumped in his chest as Louis led him away from the cars and around a tree.

"I live here." He said and Harry had to squint to see if it was real. So this was a surprise he couldn't quite process. Before him stood a trailer worn down by the weather with what looked like Christmas lights hanging from the roof.

"Do you like it?" Louis asked and Harry just stared. He remembered the huge mansion he had pulled up by to drop off his son, and he couldn't quite understand how someone in their right mind preferred living here.
"It's..." he began, but he didn't know how to finish.

"I get it. I'm a rich, fancy doctor with a yearly salary of over two million dollars and you wonder why I choose to live in a tin can in the woods... and honestly I don't have an answer to that." Louis said and started walking for the trailer.

Harry swallowed a couple of times and followed him. Louis smirked at him and held the door open. Harry stepped in and looked around. It was small, but kind of cozy and in some twisted way he got the appeal.

"Sorry, I don't have a sofa, but feel free to sit down on the bed." Louis sad and nodded in the direction of what Harry assumed was the bedroom.

He didn't really know if he should sit down on his bed – as that could only lead to one thing – but he did so nevertheless. He kicked off his shoes and sat down taking his jacket off.
"You want a beer?" Louis asked opening what could only be the fridge.
"Sure." Harry replied unsure of where this was really going.

After a moment Louis came towards him with two beers. He handed one of them to him and sat down. He looked at him with some smirk Harry couldn't decode and tugged his leather jacket off.

"So, Harry – are you still over this?" Louis said as he took a gulp of the beer and stared him straight into the eyes. Harry swallowed. Of course he wasn't, he never had been... but he couldn't say that.
"Depends on what you've got to say for yourself." He replied also taking a sip of the beer, hoping his confidence wasn't too transparent.

Louis grinned and looked down on the ring on his finger.

"Truth is Harry... I don't know how to begin." He mumbled and something dark went over his face, and Harry wondered if it was all an act.
"Try." He replied still looking at him.

"I grew up in Doncaster, a town in South Yorkshire in England." He began.
"I could tell form your accent." Harry said and wanted to slap himself as he realized how stupid it sounded to just randomly say.
"Wow. So brits aren't just brits to you then? You can actually tell us apart?" Louis replied in what sounded like a snarky undertone, but Harry couldn't really tell.
"Well, I spent a summer over there working in a nursery home, so I kinda know the accent 'cause of that, sorry for interrupting." He mumbled and Louis just kind of nodded to himself.
"That is nice."

"Anyway, my parents split and my mum moved me and my sisters over here when I was fourteen. I was thrown into High School and the first person I met that I remotely got off well with was Perrie." He continued shooting him a look to see if he was still paying attention. Harry nodded affirmatively.