True Lies (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

HARRY:

     After two days in the hospital, the doctors let Louis come home with me, or rather, I went home with him. He would still have to go to therapy sessions and the doctors gave him prescriptions for his sleep and depression and anxiety. We drove home in almost complete silence because Louis was still really tired from the medicine. We hadn’t talked about my ‘confession’ for the last two days and I was thankful. We hadn’t told the others yet, but Louis seemed more open and less stressed around me. I hoped we could go uphill form there.

     I helped a half asleep Louis from the car and into the apartment, mostly dragging him through the door. The mess was still there and I had to weave around piles of dirty clothes and papers and other clutter that filled the rooms. I pulled the blankest back on Louis bed and helped him into pajamas. He was still a little high form the medicine. The doctors said he would be like that for a few days until he got used to them. I had noticed that he was also extremely clingy, whether it was because he was drugged or because he thought I was gay and liked him I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe it was a little of both.

     He hummed softly in bed and smiled softly. I chuckled at how childish he looked and debated taking a picture. I decided it was best to not disturb him and turned to leave. I would have to have Liam or Zayn come over later. I couldn’t leave Louis alone for a week and I needed clothes from my house. “Harry?” Louis’ soft voice woke me from my daze.

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay?” he asked, opening his eyes slightly to stare at me through his eyelashes.

“Yeah.” I smiled and climbed into the bed with him, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him close.

“Harry?” he asked again.

“Yeah Lou?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, now go to sleep.” He hummed in response before we both dropped off.

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     I woke up late that night to the moonlight that poured in through Louis’ curtains. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Louis layed next to me, curled in a ball with his back facing me. I got up and went to the living room where I pushed some junk off the couch so I could sit. I would have to clan the apartment up at some point. It was too dirty for anyone to live in. maybe Louis would feel better if it were clean I thought.

     I got up and started sifting through piles of trash, sorting between what was to be thrown away and what was to be kept, and putting away anything that I knew Lou wanted. I worked through the living room, piling all of the clothes by the door so I could take them to the laundry mat, and throwing things like old newspapers away. I vacuumed the carpet when I was done and began to throw the rotting and stale food away as well. I was almost done with the kitchen when I found an old shoebox on the floor. I picked it up and looked at the label. It was a pair of tens shoes Louis had bought a few months back, I feel from the weight of the ox, however, that there was something, most likely papers, inside.