Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Fourty Two

Two chapters in one day because ily.

Louis shuffles on his feet and puts his hands behind his back. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't steer away from it, Louis." Harry steps just a tad bit closer to press their toes together. "Why? What made you think all of a sudden? Why are you crawling back to me and expecting me to forgive you? Why are you trying to make everything okay with Liam and Zayn?"

Louis looks down to the carpet and breathes lightly. "Do we need to talk about it?"

"Are you seriously fucking asking me that?"

Louis glares up, his eyes doe-like and looking ever so sad. "Please don't be angry, H. I-I don't want you to be angry." His voice is so small, like a child. Like... eight year old Louis. "I-I just want everything back. I talked to someone about things and it made me realize I shouldn't have ever pushed you away because of... what happened."

Harry furrows his eyebrows, as expected. "What did I do, Louis? Seriously, what the hell did I do? I don't have a blue's clue what I did. You pushed me away for what I thought was for no reason, but that wouldn't have made any sense. Everything has a reason."

"I blamed you for... when your family sent me away, H. You could have done something about it. You could have told Anne to quit with what she was doing because I would have been fine with you. But... you didn't do anything and I was sent to Sarah's. Those months at her's were the most excruciatingly painful months I've ever experienced in my life, because I couldn't eat back then..."

Harry's holding his breath. He releases it and then growls, "you pushed me away because of that?"

Louis can tell he's upset. "Harry, I--"

"You pushed me away, told me you didn't want to be friends, you told me I should stay away from your life, that I should stop caring, because I didn't do a fucking thing that day when you left?" Harry snaps. "Didn't you think that maybe a sixteen year old boy couldn't do a single thing on his own, Louis? Especially when you were abused at home. What was I meant to do? Keep you locked up in the closet until you turned eighteen?"

"I know, Harry!" Louis shouts. "I told you I didn't... I didn't know what I was doing. I was angry. I was upset with how things had turned out."

"You were angry for almost a year, Louis." Harry folds his arms over his chest and squints at Louis. "You broke my heart."

Louis' gut drops and he's facing Harry's cold eyes. They're an awful sea-sickening green. He just wants those emerald gems back. "You broke mine when you didn't say goodbye to me, H."

Harry's face softens, his eyes widening and his arms dropping to his sides. His mouth is in a sad frown. He plays with his belt loops and purses his lips together when the silence starts to torture him.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away. I just... I believed that you could have done something. Then when things started to fall to shit at home I couldn't handle the fact that something could have been done and that you could have steered me away from this, that maybe you could have prevented me from getting sent away. And that's when I started to blame you and that night when you called me, I was just so, so angry at you because you were telling me to make an effort, when I couldn't...

"And then that's when I started to come into school less, because I didn't want to see how much you'd hurt yourself. I-I told you so many bad things and I just couldn't bare to think I was the cause of so many lines across your legs, or stomach, or wrists. I'm a horrible friend, H. I felt like you didn't deserve someone who isn't perfect. I always wanted to be the perfect best friend with you, and I was so obsessed with trying to make myself perfect, but then that'd fall to shit too when I realized I couldn't make you happy.