It is what it is

8

LOUIS POV

The following morning brings awkward tension, Harry hasn't spoken two words to me and I hate it. I sit at the breakfast table alone as always and I play with the eggs on my plate, unable to eat. Jeremy and William stand guard at the doorway and Harry sits opposite me at the table.

"Eat Louis" Harry says firmly.

His voice brings me out of my thoughts and I look towards him, his soft hair pulled back perfectly into a bun and his crisp black suit fits him like a glove. My breath hitches, before I remember last night. I break eye contact and look down at my food, I ignore Harry and continue to play with what's on my plate.

"Louis, I need you to eat what's on your plate" Harry tells me once again.

"Why? Is that in your contract too? Make sure Louis eats all his food like a good little boy" I say mockingly,

"I don't appreciate being spoken too like that" he says harshly,

"And I don't appreciate being treated like a child" I say back heatedly.

Before Harry can respond my dad comes storming into the dining room, the paper in his hand. He looks really angry, he makes his way over to the table and throws the paper down in front of me.

'IS THE PRIME MINISTERS SON GAY? ALL THE EVIDENCE POINTS TO YES" the headline reads. My breath hitches. Shit I forgot about that guy in the crowd the other night.

"What the hell is this?" My dad booms at me.

"I....I don't know" I say shocked as I pick up the paper and read.

"Louis I don't need this right now! For fucks sake can't you just keep your mouth shut, I don't want to deal with your rebellious teenager shit now" my father yells.

"I haven't said anything to anyone! I have no idea what you're even talking about and how can you say that me wanting to be myself is a rebellious teenage thing, that's unfair" I yell back at my father as I stand up to face him, my fork clattering against my plate.

"Someone overheard you and Charlotte talking the other night at the gala, Jesus how stupid can you be" my dad spits.

Shit, he is right how could I have been so stupid. I should have known better.

"I guess really stupid.......like always, I'm sorry" I yell and I turn around to walk off.

"Don't you walk away from me young man" my dad says angrily.

I turn around and face him, my breathing becoming irregular.

"This isn't just going to go away Louis, we need to do damage control, once again" my dad says, implying that I always cause trouble.

"I'm sorry for being such a fuck up! I'm sorry for messing every god dam thing up for you!! I'm sorry for being gay! And I'm even more sorry that I wasn't the one shot, that your disappointment of a son wasn't the one to take the bullet and Charlotte has to suffer because of me!" I yell heatedly.

My dads anger seems to slip way as he realises he was being too harsh but it's to late his words have already pierced me.

"Louis.....I didn't mean"

"Save it it's fine I get it. I'll do whatever you ask me to do to fix it" I whisper and I turn around to leave.

I walk back to my bedroom, I'm not allowed to go anywhere or do anything I'm trapped and my dad is even more pissed off at me. I'm so frustrated and I feel caged and I can't stand it. I see a glass of water on my bedside table and before I know what I'm doing I'm throwing it across the room in anger. I then look around the room for more things to throw and I keep going, I throw my book I was reading harshly at the wall. I pick up my shoes and throw them at the stupid bullet proof window, I pick up my laptop and throw it across the room, I just don't care anymore.