I waited {L.S}

3.10

Harry never came into my room, making me believe he left. I closed my eyes and fell asleep eventually, then I woke up to Mary sitting on the edge of my bed. I had a bad feeling.

"Harry told you-"

Mary sighed and shook her head. "Louis, you know you still need to be going. You can't just skip because you want to."

"I'm not. I don't talk to Dylan when I go anyway. He just stares at me. How is that supposed to help me?" I asked her.

"You've been to four different therapists since Kayla. We can't keep finding new ones." My aunt stood. "You're staying with Dylan. That's the end of it." She left my room, closing the door.

"Thanks, Harry." I kicked my feet for a few seconds before standing up. Harry came in my room a few seconds later and opened his mouth, but I shook my head. "Does it not matter what I say now?" I asked.

"Stop," Harry sighed.

"Leave," I said sternly. "You really pissed me off, okay? So go."

"Fine," he sighed. He turned around and walked to my door. "I still love you."

"I love you," I said back, looking down.

Harry closed my door and I let out a huff of air. I tried convincing myself I was fine, but tears filled my eyes. He loved me, he just said that. He wasn't mad at me.

I walked out of the bedroom and Harry was talking to Mary. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. "Stay."

He kissed the top of my head and let out a long breath. "Of course. God, I was hoping you would do that."

I didn't say anything, I just kept my arms around him. After a few seconds, I couldn't hold back the tears. I hated the fact I was emotional still. I couldn't hide how I felt. I was still scared, scared Harry was mad at me. Scared he was just doing this for now. Scared that he would get bored of me.

"Louis?" He asked after a few more seconds. I shook my head against his shoulder and tried to keep my breathing even. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Why are you upset?" He picked my face up and looked into my eyes.

"L-love you," I managed out. Harry frowned, which made my heart sink. "I-"

"You didn't do anything, L. Relax, okay?" Harry took a deep breath, so I copied him. When he let it out, I did too. "I love you. You didn't do anything wrong, okay?"

Yes I did, we're just going to ignore it now. "No, I did do something."

"Okay, you kind of lied about therapy, you're right. But what does it mean?" Harry asked.

I shrugged and took a deep breath again. "It means... I got scared that you were mad at me, so even though I'm mad at you for telling Mary, I'm more scared that you'll think I don't want to see you again."

"But you do. You do want to see me." I nodded, forcing my gaze from his finally. He didn't try getting it back, mostly because that was the most honest that I had been in a long time. I wouldn't have ever told Harry I was mad at him for anything. I would say I was scared to lose him, that's not anything new, but showing something other than vulnerability was huge to him. "See, you're getting better. You told me you were mad twice."

"I did," I whispered with a small shrug. I thought about it for a few seconds, and looked up at Harry. "I told you twice."

A smile was already plastered over his face. "Look at you. See, it takes a really long time, Louis. It doesn't happen over night."

I pushed my face into his chest and took a deep breath. "I can be mad at you, right?" I whispered.

"Yes, you can be mad. At the same time, I can be mad at you, too. It's give and take, okay?" I nodded slowly, letting go of a deep breath. "But I don't think I'll really be too mad at you often."

"Good," I mumbled.