The Ultimate Larry One Shot Collection ✨

His Mother

"Hey, Louis? Can I speak to you for a minute?" Anne asked, entering the common room, with Harry seated on the couch and Louis across him on a chair with his legs lazily crossed next to Harry's torso both engrossed in their phones. Harry looked up, his eyes glancing at his mother quickly, looking down at his phone again. After a second his neck snaps up to look at his mother's face. Her eyes always so bright were now rimmed with circles of red, mascara leaving trails on her cheeks as the tears flowed, her lips trembling in an attempt to keep her sobs at bay.

Harry was standing in a second, his long legs gaining speed as he approached his mother. He held her delicate face in his hands and crouched down to look her in the eye and whispered, "Mom, what happened? Are you okay?" Louis, now at Harry's side, looked at Anne, concern clouding his features. Anne let out a strangled noise before letting her knees buckle. Her sobs filled the tense silence of the room. Both Harry and Louis looked at her with worry, unknown to the heartbreaking news awaiting them. Harry, now sitting on the carpeted floor, his arms encircling Anne's shoulders, opened his mouth to ask Anne again, before Louis stopped him by placing his hands on his shoulders. He shook his head once, without words communicating to Harry that he should let Anne calm down before asked to speak. After almost five minutes, Anne's cries reduced to a bunch of sniffles, her tear stained cheeks and red nose the only evidence of her earlier breakdown. She looked at Louis apologetically almost crying again. She took a deep breath and stood up, the boys standing up with her. And then she stuttered through words that would scar Louis for life.

"Louis, I just received a call. It's Jay, she was in a car accident. It was a head on collision. There was nothing they could do. The other driver, he was drunk but they caught him. He's being punished for what he did." Louis just stared at Anne. Unblinking, frozen. Then the bawling began.

As the tears streamed down Louis face, he asked, his voice nothing more than a whisper, "Is she gone?" Anne looked sadly at Louis. If she was this hurt by the passing away of her dear friend, she couldn't even begin to comprehend what the poor broken guy in front of her was going through. Harry had silent tears flowing down his face too. His heart aching for the comforting familiarity of Jay. She was like a second mother to him. Always there for him when Anne couldn't be. He looked at her the way he did Anne, her loss breaking his heart. Harry's mind was only fixated on the death of such a lovely person but his attention quickly turned to Louis when he heard gasping.

Louis was crying so hard, he couldn't breath. His gasps filled the room, while his knees gave out beneath him. He didn't feel any pain upon his landing, his mind fixated on his mother. Harry seated himself in front of Louis, holding his best friends hands, lacing them with his own. Despite his own broken self, he looked Louis dead in the eye, whispering what he himself was trying to come to terms with, "Lou. Calm down. You have to calm down. Please. If not for me or for yourself, do it for for Jay. She wouldn't want to see you like this. Ever. She would want to see you in control. Strong. Do it for Lottie. For Fizz. For all your sisters, they need you now. You need to be the one who'll help them. Help them get through this, I'll help YOU get through this. Okay? Jay was strong. Independent. Powered by her love for you and the others. Now it's your turn. I'll be with you for every step. Okay?" Harry looked at Louis questioningly, through his tears he saw Louis nod his head. A small but visible tear escaping his eyes before he straightened his spine.

He stood up, furiously wiping the tears away. He looked at both Harry and Anne who stared right back. Anne with haunting eyes showing all that she's lost, Harry with determined eyes, showing that he'll always stand by his best friend. Tears stained all their cheeks, the air in the room heavy with the loss of a family member. Even though Louis told Harry he'll get over it, somewhere deep in his heart, he knew he wouldn't. He would never get over the mother who raised him as an equal. A mother who was less of his mother more of a friend. His mother, his best friend, his confidant, his support system, his home. Gone. Forever.