For Your Eyes Only

Chapter 9

Harry POV
       It's strange at first; being back in LA. Over the years this place has become a second home to me.  Everything is still as familiar as it always has been, but after spending so much time in Parker's home town where it was quite and peaceful LA seems very crowded and loud. I do love this place though, I can't wait to show Parker all the places I love.
       First I take her to my house. I have your typical bright white and glass LAish house up in the hills that everyone knows about, but I also have a much smaller bungalow on a quieter street that only my closest friends know about.
      We arrive at the bungalow about 5:30 in the evening and even though I'm dying to show Parker everything I know that it's probably best that we stay in for the night. I have to be up early in the morning and at the arena to set up for tomorrow night's show. After a month of time off I know it will take the band and I time to get back into the groove of things. I know it will be boring for Parker to sit with us the whole day so I have planned for her to have a day pampering before she meets me at the show.
Parker POV
         This morning when I woke up Harry told me he had a surprise. He did not tell me that surprise included a new haircut and conditioning treatment at one of California's most prominent salons, facial and full body massage that could only be described as pure heaven, and finally a manicure and pedicure makes me feel like I could really get used to the LA lifestyle.
         By the time I was finished with everything there was barely enough time to make it through traffic to get to the arena. When I arrived I was ushered by a guard into Harry's dressing room. He stood in front of the mirror in a dark purple trailered to fit dress suit and silver sparkly button down. He had not put on his jacket yet and his shirt hung open to midway of his chest. He was pure perfection of the male form. The tailored pants showed off his ass so well it should almost be distasteful but I couldn't help but smile.
       I caught his attention in the mirror and smiled as I said "Can I still hug you if I promise not to cry this time?"
      Harry turned around with smirk on his face and replied "Only if you kiss me in the process."
       I walked over put my arms around his waste and held on tight. He was mine. I knew a part of him would always belong to Louis but right now he was mine. I looked up into his eyes and smiled as he kissed me. I think he meant for it to be a small kiss but once we began it was always hard to pull away. Finally I leaned back gasping for breath and said "I think I should leave you alone or you may not make it to the stage on time."
      "Good idea" he said even though I could tell it was the last thing he wanted to happen.
       I walked back to the door and waved as I met the guard outside that would lead me to my seat for the night. Even after spending a month with Harry and doing all that we had together I was still super excited to get to see him perform again.

Harry POV
       When Parker left I turned back to the mirror to finish getting ready. She had ran her fingers through my hair and it was a little messy but not bad enough to have to call Lou back in to fix. I'm sure it has looked way worse when I've went on stage before.
        I heard the door open and I expected to hear a voice tell me it was almost show time but instead I hear " So I've been properly replaced have I?" I knew that voice better than I knew my own. I turned around and saw Louis standing in the doorway. I couldn't breathe. I was all of a sudden so mad that I wanted to hit him. I had tried for months to contact him and he never even so much as read a message I sent. Now, now of all times he decides to show up like nothings happened. I want to hurt him so I do it the only way I know that I can. I look at him so calmly that I'm almost blasé about it and say "Yeah mate sorry I got tired of waiting around."
       I can see the pain go through his eyes right
before it's covered up by anger of his own. It was a fleeting moment and I'm so thankful because even though I'm furious I'm not sure I could stand to see Louis in any real pain.
     He flashes me a smile that does not meet his eyes and says "I see. Well unless she's packing something in her purse you'll be blowing my phone up again in no time."
      "Fuck you Louis." I yell at him. I can't even pretend to not care anymore. "What the hell are you even doing here? We haven't talked in months and you just decided to show up."
      Louis looks at me and replies "I came to the New Orleans show but when I got to my seat there was already someone there. I figured I'd wait for you to get bored, but apparently you've decided to make all the tabloid bullshit true. Really mate some bitch from the middle of nowhere; what are you doing starting some dating charity or something. If you're going to fuck a girl at least make sure she is worth your time lad."
       The first time he referred to Parker I got upset by the end of his speech I was seeing red. I swung out before I knew what was happening and connected with his jaw. He had turned to leave so it was only a grazing blow but it was still hard enough to knock his head back. He stumbled for a second and sat down while he rubbed the already swelling spot on his face. In a tone of voice I didn't even know that I had inside of me I said "Don't you ever disrespect Parker like that ever again. She is one of the kindest, smartest, best people I know and you will not talk about her like that. You don't have a right to say anything about what I do or who I'm with you fucking bastard. You left me and I was able to find someone else. I'm happy with Parker so you can either be happy for us or go fuck your self I don't really care anymore."
        I went to walk out the door when I heard him yell "Have fun singing all your songs about how much you love me."
     "For fuck sake!" I scream as I hit the wall of the hallway. It was a stupid move the last thing I need to do right now is break my hand but Louis knows exactly what to say to drive me crazy and right now I hate him for it.

Parker POV
As soon as I see Harry on stage I can tell there is something wrong with him. He seems angry about something. I don't think anyone else in the audience can tell; he's such a good performer, but it might as well be written on his face as far as I can tell.
I was lost in my own thoughts of what could make him so upset when I saw someone sit down out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see who it was and I felt my whole body tense with shock. Louis Tomlinson was sitting right next to me with a prominent bruise forming on the side of his face. His eyes are shooting fire in my direction and for the first time I realize they are almost the same color as my own. I am so shocked that thought gets filed away for another time and the only thing that takes over is "Why did Harry hit you?" I didn't expect an answer and the one I got was like my own personal slap in the face.
"I called you an ugly bitch and he didn't like it very much." Louis said this without batting a lash. He was so calm it was almost scary.
I was still too dazed to be offended so I asked "What are you doing here?"
"Well love you see this is my box. I came to watch Harry perform and that's what I'm going to do." He said simply.
"How dare you?" I still wasn't mad for myself even though I really should have been. At that moment all I could think was how much he had hurt Harry and how much I disliked him for it. "He loves you and all you do is play with him like he's your own personal toy. You make me sick. You don't deserve him! The best thing you can do is leave him alone and let him try to find happiness you selfish stupid son of a bitch!"
I had never really talked to anyone like that before and I wasn't sure if anything I said made since but I was so mad I didn't care.
Louis simply looked me in the eye and said "He will eventually get tired of you and come back to me. Whether either of you want to admit it or not you will not last so enjoy it while you can. When he fucks you later just know that he will always be mine!" When he was done talking he stood up and walked out of the room.
When I was alone again I realized that I had been holding my breath. Rage flooded my body and I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or run after Louis and give him another bruise to make his face even. I finally decide to ask the guard to lead me back to Harry's dressing room. I want to be there for him when he gets done with the show.

Harry POV
         I finished the encore and walked off stage; I felt like there was weight on my chest. I couldn't get enough air in my lungs. I was still mad at Louis and exhausted from my first show back. All I wanted to do was take Parker home and just be alone for a while with her. She made all the chaos in my brain stop and I seriously needed that right now. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain Louis showing up without upsetting her but when I walked into my dressing room I saw that I wouldn't have to explain anything.
     "What did he say to you?" was all I could manage to say.
     "He told me why you hit him, and that you would always be his. I honestly don't see how you ever loved him. He was so hateful." Parker said all this in a rush before she started crying.
     I went to her and held her tight as she gained control of herself once again. I stroked her hair as I said "I'm so sorry he hurt you."
     I wasn't expecting the response that came next "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off! I don't care what he said about me. Obviously he's just jealous that you are with someone else and he's lashing out. I am furious that he thinks he can just come in and out of your life as he pleases. He's hateful and rude and small and stupid. He doesn't deserve you and I hope he sees that now."
       I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at Parker. She was so mad I thought she'd bust into flames and though happiness should be the last emotion I feel at a moment like this; I am filled with it. The thought that someone loves me so much as to get this mad on my behalf. None of it made much sense so I decided all I could do was laugh. When I looked at Parker I knew that she did not share my happy feelings at the moment so I pulled her closer and said "Alright my little firecracker let's go home."