Big Top

Chapter 9

I was extremely nervous about today because it was Rosie's first show. She wouldn't do much except pose while Louis rode her but it frightened me. I didn't think she was ready, it was too soon for her to perform. I was really concerned for Louis's sake too, his fear of heights has gotten better a little. But what if she gets scared and he falls of? I can't stand the thought of Louis getting hurt. And as selfish as this may sound I knew if Louis got hurt riding Rosie, Richard would blame me for it and that was another thing I didn't want to worry about.

Although I do worry, every day I worry for mine and Louis's safety. I'm worried we'll forget that we can't touch or hold hands or kiss in front of people. And then we would both be in serious trouble with everyone on that train. I didn't know everyone's views but I knew Richard's and his was really the only view that mattered on that train. He would without the shadow of a doubt murder me, not just for being a homosexual, but also because I was one with his only son. Richard never seemed to be very kind to Louis, but he wasn't very kind to anyone. He was a man of pride and competition. He had to be the best, he had to be on top. Some days I wondered if he thought he ruled the world, he acted like it all the time, but I guess that's what too much power does to a man. It diminishes his character because he knows that with the snap of a finger he can have what he wants.

I worry about Louis so much it makes me sick. I see bruises peaking out from under his sleeves and some times his cheeks are a darker shade than normal. I find myself wondering how he gets the bruises on his arms. When I would ask him he always had an excuse like-he fell trying to get on Rosie or he tripped over the tent strings. I didn't believe him, I should trust him but I can't about this. I see his beautiful skin with blotches of purple or green and it makes me want to lose what little contents I have in my stomach. It made me sick knowing that he couldn't tell me the truth, that whatever was going on was too much to tell me. I had ideas of where they came from, but I never asked him about it more than once because he looked close to tears when he told me the stories.

I watched as everyone scrambled around to get everything ready. I pulled Rosie along to Louis's tent so they could get ready to walk into the show tent. I was worried Rosie may get too warm, since it was about mid-afternoon it was pretty hot. I walked in and could already see little droplets of sweat on Louis's forehead. "Oh, good, you've brought Rosie." He said frantically and rushing to finish last touches with his costume. The tights that he wore in the horse act were white but since Richard wanted everything new, he changed them to silver. He looked absolutely radiant in them, I had to bite my lip just looking at him. He stopped fiddling with his hair and noticed I was staring at him, "And just what are you looking at, Mr. Styles?" He sassed, cocking out his hip and resting his hands on his waist. I blushed before looking around to see if anyone was watching. The tent opening was shut and no one could see us. I rushed over to him and slammed my lips to his, I couldn't contain myself. I let my hands slip to his bum and I gave an experimental squeeze. He gasped against my mouth and bucked his hips, I could feel his slowly growing arousal through his tights. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around me. I continued kissing him as I backed him up against a pole in the tent. I can honestly say, out of all the bums I've seen in my life (Well, the ones I've paid attention to) I've never seen one as great as Louis's, I just loved it. He moaned and broke away from the kiss only to have me move down to his neck. "H-Harry, we...oh....we, w-we can't do this right n-now." He protested, I realized he was right. I stopped kissing his neck and let his legs down to the ground again.

"You're right," I groaned, "sorry, I should've known better." I stroked his hair and pushed a strand behind his ear.

"It's not all your fault." He smirked, making my insides tingle. He leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Later, yeah?" I nodded my head. He gave a quick kiss to my neck and pulled back. "Besides, we kind of have an audience." He motioned behind us. I turned around and saw Rosie staring at us. I laughed, I had completely forgotten about her.