Chapter 62

                                    

                                          
Chapter 62
                          
Harry's POV 
                          
"Hazz, wake up!" 
                          
Louis smacked me on the shoulder and I groaned, shoving him. "Owww, stop. 'm tired" 
                          
"It's morning and we fell asleep out here, we need to leave" 
                          
I opened my eyes, practically getting blinded from the bright ray of sun light shining in my face. I rubbed my eyes and sat up "where's my shirt?" 
                          
Louis threw my shirt at my face and stuck his tongue out. I rolled my eyes and quickly put the damp sweatshirt on. The cuts on my arms stung a bit, due to the wet heavy material being pressed on them. I winced and bit my lip. Louis gave me a funny look and snatched up his jacket "you don't have to cover up when you're around me hazz....I already know and I don't feel uncomfortable about it.." 
                          
"Well I do" 
                          
"ok, ok. Sorry I even said anything...let's go" 
                          
Louis grabbed my hand and ran out of the grassy clearing we'd been sleeping in, he ran down the path and turned the corner. Finally, he seemed to know where he was going, we passed the same tree that we'd circled for ages last night. 
                          
The woods were actually quite relaxing and very beautiful in the day light. Last night I was a nervous wreck, go ahead, laugh. I was terrified something would hurt us. I think I've watched too many horror films (not by choice just to let you know) 
                          
"Ah, here we are" Louis sighed, once we'd reached the car. He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked my door and then his.  I got into my seat and waited for Louis. He was standing outside the vehicle, appeared to be answering a phone call. 
                          
When he got in the car he sat there a moment with this blank look on his face. 
                          
"You ok, Lou?" I tapped his shoulder and he gave a weak smile, I could tell he was hiding something but I didn't force him to tell me. It's probably no big deal. 
                          
~~At Harry and Louis's flat~~
                          
We'd only been home about an hour and Louis wouldn't talk to me...did I do something wrong? He'd stared at me every so often, almost with tears in his eyes. 
                          
~~a while later~~ 
                          
I was sitting on my bed playing on my phone, when the phone rang from the kitchen. Louis answered it, cursing under his breath. 
                          
"H-Hi.....Yeah, I know....I understand....no, I-I haven't told him yet....ok, I will...bye" 
                          
He hung up the phone and slowly came down the hallway, he knocked on my door and pushed it open, poking his head in. I smiled at him. He bit his lip and walked over to my bed and sat down. 
                          
"What's up, Lou?" I slipped my phone in my pocket and crossed my arms. He looked unsure of something, he hesitated before speaking. 
                          
"You ok?" I felt his forehead and narrowed my eyebrows "you sick?" 
                          
He shook his head and gently removed my hand. He squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes 
                          
"H-Harry....I...I have to tell you something..."