The days following the incident with Martha were somewhat uneventful. That night Louis slept on his couch and let Martha stay in his bed. My heart swelled at Louis's consideration and love for Martha. I knew she had always been like a mother to him, she was a caring woman and meant a great deal to Louis. And that alone made me love her too. She took care of the love of my life, how could I not love her?
However, Louis and I did not get to our celebration that night because of the events that took place. Then again, neither of us were in the mood to try anything sexual after taking care of a rape victim. Thankfully, Martha has felt better since it happened. Her physical condition would heal, that I knew; but her mental healing was up to her. She needed a therapy but there were none on this train and it was something our course in college didn't cover. So, she only had Louis and I to talk to, we were the only ones who knew it happened also. She hadn't said a word to anyone and I don't blame her, I just wished she had a real therapist to help her. But it did do her good to tell someone and get it out if her system, Louis and I could only listen though.
I had wished Louis and I had some alone time. I know I sound like a hormonal teenager but in my defense I never got to use those hormones with anyone when I was a teenager. And Louis never used them at all (I have no idea how he survived puberty without a wank). I just want to show Louis how good I could make him feel, my mouth watered for it. And it didn't help seeing Louis every night in the show and not being able just to touch him even in the most innocent way.
My mind wandered back to him as I fed Rosie. Rosie always tied me to Louis somehow, she made me think of him every time I was with her. She always flirted with me too. She would poke me with her trunk and blow in my face and even wrap her trunk all the way around my body to pull me close so I couldn't get away. Today she must have been feeling the same way because she did the same thing, she pulled me in with her trunk and wouldn't let go.
"Ugh..Rosie..." I struggled, trying to loosen her grip any way I could but she wouldn't budge. "Rosie, let go!" I commanded—Oh wait, "Lâcher!" She still didn't let go but she started lifting me from the ground. "Rosie! Rosie!" I felt my feet slowly leaving the ground and I panicked a little more. "Rosie! Rosie! Lâchez-moi! Lâchez-moi!" Just then, I guess my yelling was heard, Liam came running into the tent and started laughing. "Are you just going to stand there?! Help me down!"
"Mate, you're about a foot from the ground, calm down." He laughed, coming over to pull me down. Rosie finally let go of me and I scolded her for such naughty behavior, of course I didn't beat her, I just talked to her in a tone that made her try and hide behind her ears. Liam quietly laughed behind us.
"While your cackling, would you mind helping me carry those hay bales there?" I said dryly. I pointed to the corner of the tent and walked over with Liam behind me.
"Gee, what bug crawled up you're arse this morning?" He scrunched his nose up and picked up a bale.
"Oh, m'sorry...I guess I've just been a little agitated lately." I shrugged, lugging the hay over to Rosie.
"Oh, trouble in paradise?" Liam teased making me laugh.
"Not really, no. There's no trouble between me and Louis, we just...If you don't mind me being frank, we haven't had a moment alone all week." I sighed. After I said it I realized how childish I sounded, and Liam just cooed at me.
"Aw, Harry, don't worry, I'm sure you both can survive a few days without constantly touching each other."
"Oh yeah," I challenged, "How many nights have you and Zayn been apart in your whole relationship?" I knew the he wouldn't have an answer, if he loved Zayn as much as I loved Louis I knew he wouldn't be able to answer me. He chewed on his bottom lip and scrunched his eyebrows together, thinking. "It's easy for you to say what you said because you and Zayn always have at least one time a day together, you're roommates." I pointed out.
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Big Top
Aléatoire1931 AU At first he didn't look real under that big top, the lights shining down on him. I knew I was making a big mistake, a man fancying another man in those days was very uncommon, not unheard of, but still uncommon. He added grace into every mo...