Chapter 60

Harry's POV

~~the same night~~

I was sitting on my bed as Louis played with my hair, my head was in his lap. I stared up into his eyes "y-you really did that? For me?"

Louis grinned "of course, hazz"

He poked my nose and snickered. I swatted his hand away and sat up facing him "I'm being serious, you would really risk losing everything, just to keep me?"

Louis's smirk faded he placed a comforting hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes "I don't need a job, you are my everything. All I want is you"

"L-Lou...."

"No, Harry. You can't change my mind, all I want is you, only you"

"ok" I mumbled, tears filling my eyes and sliding down my cheeks. I'm sorry Louis...but you don't want me, I'm not good enough for you...I'll never be good enough...how can he love me?

Louis leaned over and kissed my cheek "I love you, you're perfect to me"

I gently pushed him and pulled my knees up to my chest "I-I'm not p-perfect..."

Louis shook his head as he took my arm and rolled up my sleeve. He stared at the row of fresh cuts and looked absolutely devastated, sorry Lou...

He ran his fingers over the cuts, muttering "Im so sorry..."

I yanked my arm from him "don't be"

He put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye, which I was trying to avoid...

"Yes, I have every right to be sorry...I wasn't here when you needed me..." Louis whispered, sadly, pulling me in for a hug. It felt weird to have someone touching me...I wanted to be held but at the same time wanted to be as far away from people as possible...

"you don't know that. Who said I cut today?" I spat, wiping my eyes.

Louis only gave me a pitiful look, crossing his arms and pointing at my sweater "you didn't have blood on your sleeve when I left..." I glanced down at my arm, pulling my sleeve over my hand and putting it behind my back. "I-I...I just thought it would help...."

"How the hell would that 'help'? harming yourself won't do any good, but I can help you"

"It does..."

Louis stood up and crossed his arms, walking out of the room. Great.he's going to leave...oh well...

Instead of leaving like I expected, he came back. He entered the room buttoning his jacket, he threw my black sweatshirt at me and crossed his arms again. I sighed and put my sweatshirt on as Louis tapped his foot impatiently.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and got to my feet.

"You're coming with me" Louis said, grabbing my hand before I could protest. He led me down the hall and then out front door, he practically drug me down the stairs. We walked out to the parking to lot, hand in hand. Louis took me over to his car and let go of my hand, "get in" he mumbled, yanking open the car door and waving his hand at me. I groaned and flopped into the passenger seat. Louis slammed the door. He walked around the front of the car and then got into his seat.

"where are we going?" I asked, buckling my seat belt and looking out the window into night sky.

He didn't answer me, he turned on the radio and backed out of the parking lot.

"Lou?"

"What?!"

"sorry...where are we going?"

"You'll see"