Masterpiece

Ch 7

"I need to show you something and I'm not sure how you are going to react. Can you promise me you wont freak out? You have to promise." Harry said, nibbling on his bottom lip. "Yeah, i promise I'm not gonna freak out. I promise." Louis smiled softly but he was honestly nervous. "I don't understand it so I cant answer very many questions but ill try my best." He said.

He left to his bedroom, grabbing the box of drawings from under the bed and sitting on the couch. Louis followed, sitting down next to him, looking at the box curiously. "Alright, remember your promise." Harry breathed, opening the box and he set it on Louis' lap. Louis peered inside and furrowed his eyebrows with a puzzled look. "What.. Geez, uh, thats a lot of creativity for only knowing each other around a week." Louis chuckled nervously, trying to keep his promise.

"No, no, look, i drew these before i met you an-" "wait you honestly expect me to believe you? Obviously you drew these before you met me." Louis asked. "Look, fine. But look. I have no idea who these girls are but i was thinking they were your sisters and even, recently your mother gave birth, see." Harry said, pulling out papers of Louis with four girls and then a comic of who could only be Jay, Louis' mother, rushing to the hospital. Only at the end of the comic to reveal she had given birth to twins.

Louis was speachless, he stood up quickly, making the box of drawings fall onto the ground. "This is fucking weird, i don't know how long you have been fucking stalking me but don't come near me again, don't call me and stay away from my family." Louis said, completely flustered and utterly freaked the hell out.

He left without another word, leaving Harry all alone again. Things had been so much better when Louis was around, he was actually inspired to do his work and his editor even said that his drawings improved more then he ever has. Before he even realised it he was curled up and a sobbing mess. It was completely stupid. He just met Louis a little while ago why did it matter? Why did he care? Why was he so stupid. He should be running after Louis and he should be trying to explain but he knew the worst would happen and he would only draw Louis away more.

-A month later of not talking to Louis or seeing him, only in the drawings that were filling up his box. He got fired about a week or two ago but he couldn't find himself to care. The comic he had been working on was some stereotypical super hero and some else easily replaced him, changing the style completely. A lot of people got upset and he got so many emails with questions but he didn't care anymore. He spend most of his time with those pathetic drawings, he wanted to stop but his hand wouldn't stop moving.-

Harry heard a knock at the door and ignored it, he was a mess and didn't feel like talking to anyone. "Harry? Please answer. I know you are in there, i know i was mean when i left and i know i was so so rude for you and i broke my promise. Im sorry. Please answer, i need to talk to you and its really important, you are the only one who can help me. Its so horrible that I'm asking you for help i know but.. Jesus Harry my sister is in the hospital and i just need to know if she will be alright. You are my only hope, I'm so sorry." Louis could be heard on the other side of the door.