Dancing Love [L.S] ✅

Letting go

Letting go. Some people say it's easy. And some people don't. Sometimes it's better if you let go of someone, maybe in bad situations like "friends" who actually hate you behind your back. But sometimes you have to let go of people you love. When a beloved one dies or when someone you love doesn't love you back. Or in my situation that someone makes you leave the other. Leaving the other so you won't get in trouble.

I stared up at the ceiling. I went home in the afternoon because I couldn't handle being around Harry anymore after the conflict between Simon and I so I just lied and said I felt sick. Now it's night and silence is surrounding me. If someone dropped a penny at the other side of the apartment I could hear it fall onto ground.

I haven't eaten since breakfast but oh well who cares. It's just food it's not like I need it. I turned on my side looking at the empty space next to me. The covers weren't messy, the pillow wasn't warm, the mattress didn't have a dip in it from where somebody I mean Harry should be laying.

I got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. I undressed myself from my shirt and threw it on the floor letting out a deep sigh. I took milk from the fridge and poured into a glass thereafter I put it into the microwave to warm it up. People always say it helps falling asleep so it's worth a try, don't you think? I stopped the microwave at one second and took the glass out of it, I took a sip from the warm milk and visibly cringed at the taste. Yuck.

I poured the milk down the sink and put the glass down. I rested my elbows on the counter and my head on my hands.

Flashback

"Daddy-" I got cut off by my dad's friend putting his hand over my mouth. "Be a good boy. Daddy paid me for this." He snapped thrusting into me. My tiny body on the counter, jerking forward with every thrust he made. I was crying and looking out of the window, my hair pulled back by his large hand.

"Stop crying!" He shouted, smacking my bum as hard as he could. I screamed in pain but the sound only got muffled by his hand. No one could hear me. I saw my dad watching us in the corner of my eye. Tears started spilling from my eyes quickly as I felt warm stuff filling my insides. He pulled off and let me fall on the ground "That's a good little slut."

I woke up panting. I sat straight up and stared at the wall in front of me. I'm back in my bedroom? I pulled the covers off me and felt cool air blowing against my warm body.

I turned my head, looking beside me. I gasped as I saw a boy with curly hair laying there.

I studied his features trying to see his face better in the dark. I let out a deep sigh, realizing it was Harry. How did he get here? In my bed? I turned my head to the alarm clock, it was 10 AM. Class!

A hand rested on my chest and I screamed, falling out of bed. "Louis! Calm down!" Harry said laughing. The cover rested on me as I was on the floor. I got up and looked at Harry. "Don't do that you scared me!" I said letting out a huff after. He giggled and pulled me towards him. I hugged him and felt him wrap his legs around my waist.

"Your such a scaredy-cat." He whispered into my ear chuckling. "We don't have school today." He said after.

"How did you get in my house?" I asked after some minutes of silence.

"I got here in the morning and you let me in. You were crying and panicking so I put you in bed. Don't you remember?" He answered.

I shook my head and mumbled "No."

"Why were you crying?"
"I don't want to tell you yet. Maybe later in your life." I said kissing his cheek and leaving bed.

"Look Harry you can't be here."
"Whyyyy Louis?"
"You just can't be here. It's best if we go separate ways." I said looking down, my messy hair covering my eyes.

"Are you leaving me?" He asked, the pain in his voice hit me like a stab right in the heart.

"Harry I need to let you go! You're underage. You're still in school. I'm your teacher! This is illegal business! I love you so much! Please just wait for me."

He got out of bed and put his clothes on. He nodded and didn't look at me.

"Don't cry, please. Hazza." I begged him, knowing I couldn't handle it if he was crying.

A choked out sob was heard and he burst into tears.

"Louis please! Don't leave me!" He said getting on his knees in front of me.

"Get up." I said under my breath.

He got up and looked into my eyes which were filling with tears.

I kissed him deeply and placed my hands on his cheeks. Tears spilling from his eyes as he pulled away slowly.

"I love you, okay? I love you so much." I whispered looking into his beautiful green eyes.

He nodded slowly and got out of my grip. "Bye." He said in a raspy voice, leaving my apartment quickly.

I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my hands. I don't care about me. I care about him. The younger boys' hurt hit me harder than everything I've been through in my life. I ruffled my hair and stared down at my hands which held his cheeks a few minutes ago.

How can someone so nice be with someone who is so worthless...