Hold my hand (Larry Stylinson)

7 - eleventh

Louis p.o.v

"You're moving?" I ask the now stranger. Seeing the large moving truck and movers loading it.

"Yeah." Is all he says.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry fixes nothing. You left me."

I quickly take his hand, pulling him towards his backyard. "Look at this." I yell pointing towards the treehouse that saves our initials. "That's our tree,"

Tears prick the taller boys eyes. "I l-love you." He cries, dropping to the floor.

"That's the thing, I love you too."