Louis and I are now sitting on his single bed. He is not ready to talk yet and is still trying to suppress his tears while I try to comfort him by planting some occasional kisses on his damp and redden cheeks. My hand is gently stroking his trembling arm while I have his hands circling at my waist and his head resting at my chest.
"I thought you would leave me," Louis murmurs.
"I'll never do that, I assure you. I'm not going anywhere. And I won't let you go either, Baby. We belong with each other," I speak softly while carefully caressing his hair.
"Last night, when I was on my way back home..." Louis starts talking after some time collecting enough courage to do so.
"Yes?"
"There was someone. I didn't know if he'd been following me. He just suddenly came out, grabbed m
