Lycaon Camp

The Conversation

Hey, guys I know it has been a while, but how have you all been? I hope everyone is staying safe during the pandemic. 

I don't have a large platform aside from AO3 and Wattpad, but I want to play my part in actively fighting against racism. So, I want to take a moment to say I stand with those protesting for change. Black lives matter and change is needed, as racism remains a global problem. As a white person, I am privileged and I recognise that. So I'm using my voice to show my solidarity with those protesting and speak up about the clear injustice. 

Change is needed and we must all be playing an active role. We must educate ourselves and others, sign petitions for justice and donate (where possible!). At the end of this chapter, I have attached useful links, which will hopefully be used by my lovely readers 🥰.

On a lighter note, I hope you lovelies enjoy the chapter! Enjoy! X 

Ps. Listen to the song, it's a good one! 

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Louis' POV:

I remain silent. Staring at him blankly. My mind is racing. Yet my heart is pounding.

He wants me by his side? Does that mean what I think it does?

"Lou, please. Say something." He says softly. He looks so sad and I feel my heart drop.

But should I forgive him? After all, that's happened? Was it really the best way for him to deal with it?

He gently takes hold of my hand, making me concentrate on him once more.

"Please Lou, what can I do to make you forgive me? I'll do anything. Please." He begs, his grip tightening slightly. "I know I fucked up big time and I'm so sorry." He pleads, a stray tear falling.

My chest tightens and I feel a headache blooming.

"Lou, please. What can I do?" He says pitifully.

"Harry just please shut up for a minute." I eventually bite out. "You've just dropped a massive freaking bomb on me. I have to process this." I say softly, noticing as he visibly deflates.

"I'm sorry." He says softly, wiping his tears.

"Just ugh." I sigh heavily. "I just need some time alone." I murmur quietly, looking away from him.

I know if I see his dejected look, I'll take him back straight away.

He inhales sharply and releases my hand.

"This isn't the end right?" He asks sadly.

"No." I whisper, feeling myself become teary.

So why does this feel like a goodbye?

"Okay." He breathes out, standing up and heading towards the door. "Lou?" He calls out as he opens the door.

I move my gaze from the floor and look at him. His gaze softens as he takes in my expression.

"I just want you to know, I'm really sorry. I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me." He says softly, looking as if he wants to say more. Instead, he sends me a small, sad smile and leaves his room.

I curl up in a ball on his bed and let out a small sob. Should I forgive him?

I mean he was only trying to protect me, right?

But what about the pain he has caused me? Was it all really necessary?

Sighing shakily to myself, I pull back the covers and get underneath, falling into a restless slumber.