Silent Life

5- Age: 18 years old

From now on, when Louis is talking it will be in italics and bold. Just remember that, and the texts will be in just bold. So just keep that reminder there. And also I want to dedicate this chapter to HazzL0vesL0u because her comments are awesome. Well anyway, onto chapter five.

5- Age: 18 years old ll Harry Styles

He was leaning too close and I didn’t know what to do so I panicked and ran. After that, I just went straight home and locked myself in my room for the rest of the day, and part of the next. It was late afternoon and I haven’t once let myself out of the bed unless I had to use the restroom.  I haven’t eaten in thirteen hours, and my stomach hurts like hell.

“Harry honey, you have a visitor.” my mum said as she knocked on the door.

I didn’t respond so she just sighed and walked away. I pulled the covers further over my head to block me from the world, letting everyone and anyone know that I don’t want to be bothered. Rolling over and wiping the tears from my eyes, another knock was heard on my door, but this time there wasn’t a voice behind it. Then another knock, and another, and another until I finally became sick of the knocking and I opened the door with an annoyed expression on my face.

“What?!” I shrieked.

His eyes widened and were filled with fear. He backed up a little bumping into the wall behind him. His bottom lip began to tremble and his eyes began to water, as he shook his head and began to walk away. My face softened as I began not to feel anger anymore, and I tried reaching out to him, but he shook his head vigorously and walked backwards away from me.

“No Louis- shit- I didn’t mean to yell at you. I thought you were my mother again. She keeps trying to get me out of bed, and it’s actually getting really annoying.” I spoke as I ran my hand through my hair. “Lou, I’m sorry.”

The tears began to fall from his eyes and he finally moved and ran down the stairs. I followed slowly behind him, trying to stop him from going and leaving before I can explain my actions. But before I can reach the bottom of the stairs, he’s gone.

“Harry you okay love?” my mum asks as she drops her dish rag and walks over to me.

“Yeah mum, I’m fine.” I speak back as I rest on the couch.

“No you’re not. You’re crying and you look hurt.” she speaks.

“Mum, I said I’m fine.” a little harsher than I wanted to.

“Okay, I understand. You don’t want to tell me, and I understand that.”

She gets up from next to me and fixes her apron and then goes back into the kitchen. I sighed and got up then walked over to her, pulling her into a hug and holding her tight. I just let her cry in my arms because I knew that’s what she was going to do. She was crying because I hurt her feelings, and I feel bad about it.

“Mum, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up on you like that. I appreciate you checking up on me I really do. It’s just that, it’s only been a day and a half, so all the check ups that you have been doing, really aren’t that necessary. I don’t need you to check up on my every five minutes. I am a big boy. I can take care of myself ok?” I say as I pull away from the hug and smile at her.

“Okay. I’m sorry, but you’re my child, my only boy, and I want you to be safe. I don’t want to lose you.” she says as she sniffles.

“I know mum. I know.” I say as I place a kiss to her forehead, seeing as I am taller than her, and hugged her once more.

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Age: 18 years old ll Louis Tomlinson

I walked out of his house, well more like ran out of his house, and bolted to mine. I have never seen anyone like that, and that was pretty scary. The way his eyes widened in anger, and the color of his eyes dulled a lot. The way his lips curled in hate and disgust and the way his hair just flopped around. He was angry there was no doubt, but he didn’t have to take it out on me.

“Lou I’m sorry.” his voice rang in my ear.

I shook my head and walked into my house, closing the door slowly, and sliding down it in sadness. Harry had hurt my feelings greatly, and I know that I am being a pussy right now for acting this way, but ever since my mum died, I don’t like to be yelled at. It’s like when I get yelled at, people are saying that it’s my fault that my mum died.

It wasn’t my fault that my mum died. It was that drunk bastards fault that my mum died. He walked away without a scratch, and that pisses me off so much that I don’t understand how to deal with the pain right now.

It wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t my- Knock knock knock

Who the hell is at my door? I don’t even know anyone in this neighborhood except Harry. I doubt that he would come over and talk to me about anything. But then I heard the knock again, so I went over to the door and I opened it, not surprised to see the curly headed green eyed god. Wait what? I did not just- you know what? Nevermind. He pushed his way inside and turned back at me, waiting for me to close the door.

“Okay Louis, you are going to listen to me, and you are going to listen good. I was afraid to do it last night okay? I was afraid that if you found out that I was gay that you would never want to talk to me again. I thought that you would hate me and never want me to come over again after that. But I guess you don’t care because you came to my house to talk to me first. You came to explain yourself to me first. But now I ruined all of that because I was a dumbass and yelled at you. I apologize, and I really hope you accept it.” he says all in one breath almost killing himself.

I just stood there, and let everything he said sink in. He apologizes for scaring me, and he apologizes for leaving last night. He apologizes for everything and I understood where he was coming from. I slowly began to walk over to him, and I lifted my arms up and he flinched back, but I just wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes, and hugging him tightly. He was tense at first, but then he began to loosen up and hug me back. I smiled into his shoulder and I hugged him tighter.

“So does this mean you forgive me?” he asks.

I nod into his shoulder and smiled even bigger. But my smile dropped when he asked me one question.

“So why don’t you talk Louis? I bet you have a nice voice.”

Great, now I would have to explain it to him without crying. How nice.

Well hello there. This chapter was crap, but I tried. Comments are welcome, and I love them. Thanks guys!!