The Final Message
As he sat down he pulled out his phone out of his back pocket, quickly unlocking it and pulling up a contact that he knew would be deleted within the hour.
He carefully typed out one final message. A message that would start the events of that evening. The message was clear and simple, yet it conveyed all of the untold emotion of the last few weeks.
It read: "I'm here. It's your last chance. After this, I'm done."
After hastily hitting send, he pushed the phone back into his pocket knowing he'd done all he could. It was now completely out of his hands and all he could do is wait. Counting down the minutes, the whole time wondering if his efforts would prove fruitless.
From the bench where he was sat he looked to the sky. It was pale blue, dusted with white fluffy clouds. It all seemed so calm, however, off in the distance there were smoky grey, angry looking clouds. They were steadily advancing, contaminating the serene blue sky.
While he sat there he thought back to what his English teacher would say about the clouds. She'd say they represented the 'oncoming storm'. But at this time he was unsure as to whether the storm would be him actually arriving and things going badly, or the storm of emotions that would be unleashed when he doesn't show up.
For now, however, all he could do was wait. Knowing full well he'd made the correct decision and had done all he could.
Who knows how long he'd been sat there when his phone rang. He jumped at the thought of him calling but he soon realised it wasn't who he thought.
It was Louis... It was always Louis.
"Harry?" Asked Louis when Harry put the phone to his ear, "H, sweetie? You there?"
Harry tried to talk back but all that came out was a heart breaking sob as pent up tears tumbled from his eyes.
"Harry, love? What's wrong?" Concern flooded Louis' voice at the sounds of the younger lads sobs.
"He... he didn't come... L...Lou... He... I... what's wrong with me..." Harry stuttered and sobbed, "W... whats... whats wrong with m...." He choked on the last word.
"H, Harry, sweetie, love." Louis tried, "Where are you? I'm coming to get you." Louis instructed,
"T...the p..p..park." Harry sobbed, more tears falling.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm in the car. I'll be there in ten." Louis ended the call as he pulled off the drive.
He didn't care if he broke the speed limit, he had to get to Harry. Harry needed him.
He arrived to see Harry sat on the bench. As Harry saw the car he stood up and approached.
Louis threw the car in park, running over to the younger boy, tightly wrapping his arms around him and holding him close as the younger boy bawled.
"Come on, it's okay." Soothed Louis, "Let's get you in the car and I'll get you home."
Louis had just gotten Harry in the car when he heard someone calling his name.
He turned to see a boy approaching across the field.
"Harry!" He called, "Harry wait!"
Louis instructed Harry to wait in the car as he closed the door. Walking up to the advancing boy.
"Where are you taking him?" Yelled the boy, "How dare you touch my boyfr...."
Louis cut the boy off.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Louis yelled, "You've messed Harry around enough, you need to leave."
"No! He invited me here!" Yelled the boy, "I'm not leaving until I've seen Harry."
"Well Harry doesn't want to see you!" Louis responded,
"Look, get that slut out of the car befor..." Louis cut him off with a quick and hard punch to the nose.
"You ever come near Harry again, I will end you!" Louis said through gritted teeth before walking away leaving the boy on the floor with a bloody nose.
Louis entered his car to see Harry was in such a state he hadn't even seen the boy approaching.
"L...lou... why is there b...blood on your hand?" Asked Harry concerned,
"It's nothing H. Now, lets get some food from the drive through and go home."
Louis pulled off quickly allowing Harry to put on what ever music he wanted.
Louis knew he'd be okay. It would just take some love, care and time.