Louis loosened his tie, and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack as he stepped inside his small apartment, just outside the skirts of New York City.

He was completely exhausted as he walked into the kitchen but the sight of his wonderful fiancé at the stove, making his favorite stir fry, brought a smile to his chapped lips.

He came up behind him, wrapping his short arms around his broad chest, and pressing his face into his shoulder.

"Hey lou," he felt a soft kiss to his head as his lover took a step away from the stove and turned in his arms to face him properly. "How'd it go? Did they treat you well?" His brows were furrowed with concern, he knew this couldn't have been easy for him. "Because if you don't like the office, Niall said you can work from home. Writers aren't bound to their publisher's office."

"Relax Liam," Louis stood on his tiptoes and kissed him, feeling Liam's light scruff brush against his chin. "It went well, Niall gave me the best spot he could. I have a great view of the city from my desk, and everyone was nice enough."

"That's great babe," Liam smiled, love filling his warm brown eyes.

He treated Louis so well.

"How was it emotionally? I know your past can be.. y'know.. hard for you to talk about."

"It was as good as can be expected I guess," Louis shrugged, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his collared shirt. He hated the confinement of his new workspace, but he couldn't be alone while he wrote this. It would be too much. He at least had Niall at the office. "I dunno, it feels wrong. I feel like I shouldn't be doing this. But I'm grateful Niall offered me this opportunity... it's a big risk for him to take me on as an author. His company is so respected."

Liam nodded, not saying anything because he knew all Louis needed right now was a listener.

"I'm not even a writer Li! I mean, I've helped with writing screenplays here and there... but this is different." He ran a hand down his weary face. "I wanted to do it biography style. But Niall said it himself, no one is going to want to read the biography of a movie director that no one has heard of. It's the story that will interest people."

Tears sprang to Louis' eyes as Liam held his waist, kissing his forehead to assure him.

"I don't want to be seen as a character, some pathetic guy in a story."

"Louis you don't have to do it. No one is making you-"

Louis put his fingers on Liam's lips. "I know," he said quietly "but I dunno what else to do. The amount of money I've lost... I have to do this."

Liam rubbed his thumbs into the sides of Louis' waist. "I wish I could help out Lou, but my salary just isn't enough for that kind of money."

Louis nodded, "I know. And you don't owe me anything, even if you did have the cash.. I couldn't take that from you."

Liam smiled sadly. "Have you told Harry yet?"

Louis shivered at the sound of his name. "No," he said, his voice going cold. "I'm not going to."

"He could take legal action though couldn't he? Do you want to get sued?"

Louis scoffed, "He's not gonna sue me. He's not like that... and besides neither of us have anything to our name so what's a lawsuit gonna get him? At most he'd probably want to share the profits, which.. whatever, fine by me I guess. I'd still make money."

"Louis," Liam started, but he was cut off again.

"I don't wanna talk about this. Just drop it. I'm hungry." Louis said flatly, moving past him to get a plate.

Turns out he wasn't as hungry as he thought he realized, as he pushed the food around his plate with a fork. His stomach was filled- with guilt.

He knew this was wrong. Putting a story out there that was only half his to tell. He would be writing things about Harry that no one, not even Liam, knew and it made him sick.

Ten years ago he would've never dreamed he'd be the person he was today. 24 year old Louis would be so disappointed in him.

But that Louis was gone now, long gone.

* * *

Louis hadn't known what to expect when he got that call, but he definitely hadn't expected to hear Harry was in the hospital and needed a ride home.

"Lou? Is that you?" Harry's sweet, sleepy voice asked as Louis walked into the hospital room and grabbed his hand. He noticed immediately the bandages wrapped around Harry's head, and covering his eyes.

"Yeah baby, it's me. What happened?"

"I fell... I went to the studio to practice earlier tonight.. and I lost my footing during a pirouette." He mumbled, "I was standing too close to the barre, and hit my head on it on the way down. And Louis... I can't see." His voice was breaking, as if he were about to cry, but his eyes were covered so Louis couldn't tell.

"You can't see? So like.. are you blind? Will your sight come back?" He asked, frowning.

Harry shook his head, "they said that I have severe optic nerve damage.. whatever the hell that means. All I know is that it's bad enough that they can't fix it."

* * *

Louis blinked back his tears and got up from his desk. He needed a smoke. "Day two of writing and I'm only a few paragraphs in," he muttered under his breath as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled the smoke deeply before letting it out. "Pathetic."

Hi!! Hopefully you enjoyed this update. I know it's pretty short! If it's too confusing please let me know! Louis is writing a book on his and Harry's past if that didn't make sense? But yeah. Thanks for reading! Please comment if you have any feedback xx

-Sunnie