Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 7

APRIL 28, 2014

"So what happened then?"

"Aren't we out of time?" I ask.

"No, you only have three sessions left until we evaluate you. These three will be lengthened by at least half an hour," Anne explains.

"Alright. Well, he stayed at my place that night, but the next morning is when it got worse."

MAY 24, 2010

I squinted my eyes open and Lou was still sleeping, sprawled over me. I didn't want to wake him do I just tried to go back to sleep, to know a fail. I looked down at him. His face was rested, like it had been running nonstop for a month and finally got the chance to relax. I'd only just began to notice the small things about him my mind had neglected to before. His button nose, turned up on the end. His cheekbones had become more prominent, as had his clavicle. It was a curious thing, how little your mind notices when in love. His hair was longer, too. Bed head left it sticking in all directions, but still I could tell of the inches it had grown. I wondered why he had become like this, but I never asked. I think that's one of the reasons I blame myself. Maybe I could've cooed him back to health. To happiness. To me.

I gently swept a price of his fallen fringe back from his face. His eyes squinted open and he peered up at me with a playful smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," I whispered and kissed his forehead.

He giggled, showing a small bit of his earlier self. How he was when we first met.

"Hi."

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

"No, no-"

"Babe, you need to eat."

He looked confused for a moment, then caved.

"Alright."

"What would you like?" I asked.

"How ab-"

His voice was cut off by the knocking on the door.

"I'll get it, love. You think about it."

And I kissed him on the forehead for what was going to be one of the very last times.

When I got out of the bed, the cold air of the house rushed over me. I didn't want Lou to experience this so after putting on some pyjama bottoms, I turned the heat up a bit. I walked I got the living room and opened the door.

There was a short, stout man with taller ones on either side of him. The middle one had nearly gone bald, piercing brown eyes looking at me. The left one had blonde hair, bright blonde with dark green eyes. The other was brunette with blue eyes. They all had the same look about them, serious and somber, but the thing I noticed most was their attire. Blue thick material with matching badges on their left chest.

"Hello, officer. Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, actually. I think you can. We're looking for Louis Tomlinson. Is he here?"

My face went red and I composed myself quickly.

"I'm sorry?"

"His mother called the station and said he was kidnapped by a man called Harry Styles, which I'm sure is you. She also said you threatened him to deny it if this happened. Is he here?" He elaborated.

"N-"

"Hazza, who is that?" Lou came into the living room. His face withheld confusion at the people. He saw the look in my eyes though and immediately started to panic.

"No, no. Harry is my boyfri-"

"You'll have to come with us, son," the officer said and grabbed Lou by the arm.

"No, wait please," I begged.

"Harry, stop them," he yelled.

"We've been given reason to believe Mr. Styles threatened you to do this. Being that you're a minor, we'll have to take you to your mum."

The rest is a blur. Screaming. Crying. Struggling against the officers, trying so hard to get him back. But they took him. Just like the jaws of death, they took him from me.

At first, I wasn't sure what to do. I just sat on the couch for seemed like hours, staring at the wall. I felt the tears coming, and in the moment, I would've gladly let them flow. But I couldn't. It was as if taking the very thing that made me feel at all, made it so I couldn't feel anymore. My emotions were almost gone. Almost. There was a hole, a gaping fucking hole in my body where the love of my life used to be. And they ripped him, tore the flesh and blood of my body away from me, leaving me empty and aching. Deeply, sharply aching. Trying so desperately to cling on to the very thing that would accept my love, but they had taken that away. Taken him away.

And then, it occurred to me that I wouldn't lose him. No, couldn't lose him. Physically, emotionally, I couldn't and wouldn't lose him.

I got into my car, ignoring the cold air that flushed my face. It was growing dark outside, showing the length of time that had gone by in my state of emotional emptiness. My emotions, I think, kept my brain from being able to function.

I did my best to remember the address of Louis' home. It's funny how your mind and body works when in situations like this. It's like how the rabbit is faster than the fox. The rabbit is faster because the fox is chasing its dinner. The rabbit is running for its life. I was the rabbit, running for the one thing that kept me happily alive.

The car wasn't outside, but it didn't stop me from walking up to the door and knocking furiously. I jiggled the handle of the door and it wouldn't open, locked. They were gone. That wasn't the question. The question was for how long?

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IM SLOWLY DEVELOPING WRITERS BLOCK AND IM DOING MY BEST TO FIGHT IT OFF WITH MY SWORDS AND SHEILDS OF WORDS!! ANYWAYS, ILYSM AND THANKS FOR 80 READS I APPRECIATE IT AND TTYL MUAH AND COMMENT AND TWEET AND TELL YA FRIENDS AND ABOVE IS HOW LOUIS LOOKS NOW IN THE STORY ALSO I NEED A NEW COVER SO ANY TAKERS? OKAY ILL SHUT UP NOW BYEEEE

-ME