Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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[Louis' POV]

"Do you want to tell Harry already?" Niall whispered as he finished an assignment for the next day.

I frowned, "Not even dead. He would hate me ... "

"Listen, not the biggest fan of this... relationship of yours, but I'm sure Harry makes you happy! So why don't you just stop working for Spinner? " he asked, confused.

"I can't, it's dangerous. He threatened Harry and... I can't even bear the thought of someone hurting him. " It was as if no one could understand that no, I couldn't stop at any moment, managing to prevent Harry from losing out. And none of the alternatives that were presented to me worked for me.

He nodded slightly, "Okay ... but you can't work for him forever."

"I know ..." I sighed softly.

                              ***

"Hey Tommo, do you have the money?" Spinner asked with a smile.

I nodded and handed him the cash before saying, "So, is it possible er ... get out of the loop?"

"And now why the fuck would you want to do it?" he asked him harshly.

I bit my lip lightly, "It's just ... he's making my life a lot harder than it already was, I keep lying to my boyfriend and well ... don't wanna he means the world to me and my best friend just found out i'm gay and i can't do it! Harry will hate me if he finds out too and it's too much and my mom kicked me out of the house and my best friend hits my boyfriend and his girlfriend knows we're together. I don't know why all of a sudden I started telling him all this, but Spinner was listening to me and my rant, so I continued. "And then it turned out that Harry's best friend was in love with him and I tried to commit suicide and I can't lose him! I CAN NOT!"

Spinner looked at me, mouth open, before sighing, "Listen boy, life is hard, but since you work for me I've made a lot of money ... I need you, a friend of mine is in jail and I want to succeed. to pay him the deposit, okay? Just like Harry, this friend is important to me, not romantically, but he's like a brother. He is all I have left and I need him. "

I frowned, "I'm sorry ... but I can't-"

"You will do it! Ok? " his sympathetic expression turned to cold in a matter of seconds and I stood there, motionless, not even trying to bargain.

"O-Okay ..." I assured.

***

"Come on Hazza, you can't sit there looking at me!" I snorted playfully, placing the films on the shelf. We had just moved in and Harry had done nothing but sit there, watching me do everything.

He smiled softly, "But you love me and you don't want me to stretch a muscle, right?"

"Harry you are sixteen, not sixty!" I retorted with a cold look.

He pouted. "All right! I'll fix our clothes! "

I nodded and got up, walking towards the living room. Harry headed to our room. The apartment had only one floor and I honestly preferred it that way. That meant walking less and yes, I was a damn lazy guy but who cares. After a few minutes I heard something break and jumped up, immediately running into the entrance of the room.