Flashlight (l.s.)

Chapter three

“That's nobody's fault, you can't blame us either”, I whisper, but those words don't sound as encouraging as I wanted them to be. I hear a quiet snort so I look up at Harry, the muscles in his jaw twitching and his breath uneven. I try to catch his eye but he keeps looking ahead. I can't feel his very special warmth he always radiates anymore, no, he feels cold right now. “Hazza?”, I ask, trying to make up a conversation while I reach out for his hands.

He looks at me, his eyes wide open, takes a step backwards and turns back to the wall. He curses something under his breath, his body tensing. A piercing scream resounds in here for a moment followed by him slamming his fist in the wall. Then he stays still in his position. I look at him completely shocked, without moving. Usually he doesn't freak out like this, actually he never has.

He runs his fingers through his hair before he gazes at me. Is he mad at me? But why, I did nothing wrong! There is simply no reason for it... right? I barely manage to hold back my tears. “That's nobody's fault? Really?”, he scoffs. “Damn, Louise should have figured it out much earlier! She promised to keep this a secret. She could have prevented all this!”, his words getting louder.

He blames Louise? That's not fair. Yeah, it's her job but there are always things even she can't figure out. Louise has never broken a promise! Surely she's tried her best to stop this. She isn't the one who took the picture. Right, the only one to blame is that stupid photographer, who couldn't follow the regulations and has nothing more important to do than destroying people's lives and getting money for that. He didn't care about us. All he wanted is to be the one, who's proved the rumor, that two members of One Direction are dating. That's the fault of that damn newspaper that prints all of the weird rumors only to keep their readers interested.
 
My thoughts are interrupted by the young man, who hasn't calmed down yet. “I'm gonna call her. She'll never break a promise again. She's abused our trust. She'll see what happens, when you do something like that”, he explains with a determined voice. He's not serious, isn't he? I try to change his mind: “Harry! We're talking about Louise! Who always took care of us and who's always been there for us! She would never harm us, don't blame her! She's never abused our trust; she's never been against us! Just think about it, you will never forgive yourself, if you do something stupid. I won't let that happen! You aren't able to think clearly out of anger! You can't make decisions like that, Harry!”
 

In the meantime, I have increased my volume. I press my hands against his body to emphasize my words, which has not much impact but enough to make him relent. He hesitates, as if he's processing what I just said, but then he passes me, goes through the door and then downstairs where he's left his phone. I try to stop him and get there first, blocking him from getting his phone. “If you want to blame someone, then blame the photographer! I could kill him with my bare hands!” Harry holds in his motion. You can literally see all his emotions as he tries to think about the whole situation. Then there is nothing but determination on his face. “He'll perish in hell” he sighs, his grip at the table edge tightens. Harry has to find out himself how much further he would go.
 

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Action! Our drama queens have reached  a high level!

Poor Louise :( Do you understand Harry’s anger? We are only humans (most of all XD), we need someone to put the blame on to find peace on our mind. What will happen to the paparazzi? And do you think the accusations are reasonable? I like the job of Journalists but there is a limit and I can’t understand how someone can cross this border.