Don't Let Me Go

Harry figures it out and his eyes widen. “You’re homeless?”

“Yep. And see, that right there is why I didn’t tell you,” Louis says. “That expression on your fucking face.”

Harry tries to fix his face. “What expression?”

“That, that pity or whatever the fuck it is. I’m happier this way.”

“How is that… so you were telling the truth,” Harry says after a second. “He was hurting you.”

Louis is inscrutable. “Yep. He was.”