the color yellow // l.s.

41.

changing it up with the pics BC I CAN (and if u didn't notice, i have a louis & harry font saved. last chap had louis' handwriting & this one is harry's lol)

He knew when things would never be the same again. He's not sure how things became so twisted and angry and hurtful, but it did. It started when he went to Louis' to tell him, and then everything fell apart. It's hard for him to think on it without tearing up and wanting to scream at the universe for creating a world so hateful, but the numbness of the situation has finally started to take over. And thank God for that. He's grown tired of crying himself to sleep.

"Are you sure?" Niall asks.

Harry ignores the look of worry. "Yeah. It's time I tell you," he lowly says, sighing as if it was an inconvenience to talk about it. "Goes back to the night we came home from Brighton."

Saturday, May 29.

"It was bound to happen," Louis says, his hands wrapping around Harry's weak and shaky body. "The truth always comes out. We just have to figure out how to control the situation. What exactly happened?"

"Nothing yet. I just know. She disappeared when I got home, and she read my paper, and then Gemma said she was totally off. I feel it in my chest, Louis. She knows."

Louis nods with furrowed brows as he listens to all Harry says, and then stays completely quiet. He just pulls Harry into a gentle hug and rubs softly into his back; it's enough to have him silently crying.

"Don't cry, love, it'll be okay. After all, you are moving soon. We just need to assess how complicated this might all be. Do you want me to be with you when she has something to say? Just tell me what you need."

Harry pulls away from Louis and leans back against the wall. There's that weird tone in his voice again. "We haven't even talked about me moving when University starts," he sighs quietly out. "And no, I want to talk to her alone first. I just don't know how she'd react. She loves me, Louis. She loves you. Surely she can't hate us."

"No, we haven't. But we can talk about that later." Louis seems distant—not physically, but it's like his mind and heart is far away. And he completely ignores Harry's last sentence. "I'm here for you, Curly. Always. You won't have to go through this alone."

———

Harry decided to just wait until the next morning to see what would happen. Louis had driven him home and kissed him sweetly and reassuringly, and told him everything would be okay. Even if he had a hard time believing it, he clung tightly onto those words. He couldn't sleep at all that night, and made excuses as to why he couldn't go downstairs the next day. But then midday came, and the unknown was eating him alive. Gemma had come up to tell him that she seems fine, but he's still preparing himself for the worst.

"There's my wonderful, musically talented brother," Gemma announces once he's downstairs. "Oh, how I love you. Oh, how I wouldn't change a thing about you."

Harry wants to throw something at her.

"Gemma," Anne says from the kitchen table, tone firm. "Can you give us a moment?"

Well, fuck, let's just jump right into it, then, he thinks to himself. Gemma nods and walks by Harry, giving him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "I'll be listening from the top. You're not alone," she says as she walked by.