Chapter Fifty-Six:

"It's like I told you when I met you, I got into the wrong crowd when I was younger." Harry began, hugging his knees to his chest, hoping Louis would still want him.

"It started in high school, I never fit into any of the cliche groups, until the loners invited me to sit with them. Of course, I agreed, I didn't have many friends. However it turned out that the loners were more dangerous than I could have imagined, mobsters you might call it. I got into what they were into; drugs, sex and violence. Eventually, I joined their gang after graduating high school. That's where I met a guy named Stan. We soon become close friends."

Louis sat quietly, letting Harry talk; the latter appreciated it.

"Stan and I were pretty low ranks; we were given the job to sell drugs on the streets." Harry paused. "It's okay Haz, ke-keep going. I need to hear this."

"Lou, selling drugs isn't the worst thing I've done. Some of the people I was told to hurt, they could have died from how badly I hurt them."

The small boy flinched visibly upon hearing this, even though Harry didn't go into detail.

"I continued this life 'till I turned 20, and Stan and I finally were involved in a mass scale drug raid. Sadly the police had been informed of our actions by a double-crossing gang member when we arrived; the police were already there...." Harry sighed.

"I hadn't seen the police at first, Stan on the other hand did. He made a run for it and didn't even tell me. Long story short, we aren't friends anymore because of that."

Harry looked up at Louis and noticed the small boy was making sweater paws with the lavender sweatshirt he was wearing; the curly haired man was 99% certain that it was his.

"Come here Lou." Harry opened up his arms, the little boy gladly came and sat next to him on the couch. "Just tell me if you want me to stop talking, and I can go stay at a motel."

"No Haz, I-I'm happy you're telling me this. Just a lot to take in." Louis cuddled into Harry's chest listening. "Okay, well that night was when I was arrested, I was charged with dealing drugs, using illegal substances and they were able to tie my DNA to previous crimes. I was given a four-year sentence." A small gasp was heard from the little boy, who Harry merely hugged tighter.

"The prison is where I met Liam and Ash, who were both in for the same sort of stuff as I was... You know Lou people say prison changes you... but I think it actually made me realise what I was doing wrong. My morals changed being in there for three years; I decided to leave the mob life."

"That's good Harry." Louis' small voice claimed.

"Yeah, until tonight where Liam called saying he had promised another prisoner drugs by Friday, and his source couldn't make it to give him the ice. I panicked Lou, I didn't want anything to happen to Li, he is my best mate. So I went to Stan, who always sells drugs each night at the same place. I was planning to give the ice to Liam tomorrow during visiting hours, we um, we know how to do it without being caught." Harry finished.

Lou sighed, taking in everything he had been told.

"I love you, Louis." Harry proclaimed, in hopes to win over the Princess who was cuddled into his side. Louis didn't respond.

"Hazza?" Louis finally spoke up after minutes of silence.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I know you; I know you aren't the same druggie, violent guy you told me about, I know you have changed. So please Haz, just do what you have to help Li-Li tomorrow, but never again please Hazza. No more bad stuff just cuddles please."

"Okay Louis, I promise."

"Promise for real this time?"

"For real this time."

Another pinky promise, but this one he was going to keep.