I will loook after you

Chapter 2

Harry p.o.w

It hurted to see Louis like this, to see how hurt he was, and in some way all his pain got transplanted into me. Maybe my pain wasn't as great as his, but it still hurted.
I was sitting in my own room, but I could hear his sobs through the wall. It was just horrible. The worst was not that Louis’ pain was my pain, I would gladly take all the pain for him, even just to make him happy for 5seconds. The worst was that I couldn’t do anything to numb the pain. I guessed it was like they say "when you love someone very much you can feel their pain as your own."

Days passed….
Most of the time Lou and I just sat in the livingroom or we lied in his bed talking. We talk about all things that hurts. We didn’t talk about anything physical, only mental. Most of the time Louis was the one talking. I didn’t say much, I mostly just listened because I knew that was what he needed. Maybe it didn’t help so much, me just lisening, but I couldn’t really do anything more.

Normally it was I who came to Lou. I got him out of bed, other times I just sat down quietly until he started talking.
One day though was much different than the others. I heared foothsteeps in the stairs as was I makeing myself a cup of tea, first I thought it was Molly, my cat, but the foothsteeps were way too heavy to be a cat. When I turned I saw him coming down the last steep of the stairs. He had shaved, (witch was an upgrade from the last cople of days) but he was still wearing his pyjamas. His eyes met mine, something he on propose had avoided so many times in the last weeks. He found a cup in the cabinet and filled it with tea from the pot I had made. He sat down in the chair above me. “I’m not pathetic,” he said after some minutes of silence. I shook my head, I didn’t say anything because I knew he would stop going if I did. “That’s the worst thing of it all. There is nothing wrong with me, at all. I thought we were doing so good and then….and then…” He didn’t say no more just placed his elbows on the table and covered his face with his hands. I gave him the time he needed, but he looked up at me a lot sooner than I thought he would. His eyes were wet, but he was not crying. “I think I should go home for a while soon. Home to Doncaster.” I nodded. I did think that was a good idea. “Do you want me to come with you?” I asked. He shook his head. “No, I have to tiddy this mess all by myself.” I nodded again “You know I’m always here, bud. I am always here if you need me.” He had risen from his chair and I did the same to give him a hug. He huged me back and he held me so so tight. “I know, Hazza. You are always here.” When I let go of him I really did see some tears streem down his checks, but for a change I knew that they were not sad tears.