365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 3|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

January 8, 3:46 p.m.

I can't help but to feel so happy for myself. I've only been here for three days, but I already have this sudden feeling of... freedom. I'm free, to do whatever I want, say whatever I want without a retort or even a back hand to the mouth. This must be how every teenager feels. This must be why most teenagers take risks, they have the freedom to do so. Now, that I'm not in that hell-house anymore, I feel invincible. That's a feeling that I've never felt before. And I only have one person to thank for that; Louis Tomlinson.

A smile spreads along my face as I finish my homework at the desk in my new bedroom. A desk. With a rolling chair and everything. It's small and wooden with three drawers on each side with a long drawer in the middle. It even has a small lamp. I've never had my own room desk. This is luxury. Have I known that I could own these things in some other home, I would have run away years ago. My thoughts may seem to be materialistic, but at the moment, I can't find a fuck to give.

There's a knock at the door and I look up. The door creaks open and Louis pops his head in. My smile widens as I look at him. He smiles as well and walks in completely.

"Hey," he says, walking towards me. He props himself up on the desk and I look up at him.

"What are you doing?" He asks politely, his small leg is swinging a bit. I shrug, looking down at the big textbook and notebook in front of me.

"Just finishing up homework. I hate geography," I tell him. He lets out a small giggle and I close the heavy book, putting it back in my backpack. I'll just finish it before class.

"Yeah, I'm not very good in geography myself," Louis says. I nod, looking up at him.

"So, I know you haven't been here long, but how do you feel? Do you like it here?" He asked, fingering the small pad on the desktop. His eyes are guarded from mine, but I smile anyway.

"Yeah, it's great. I already feel better. I really like it. Things aren't dirty or broken here. There's no yelling or anything..it's perfect." I tell him. Everything is much better than I even pictured my life could ever be. I know to some people, it would just seem like nothing, just a friend helping me out, but I know it's much more than that.

"I'm glad you like it here," Louis smiles. I nod and his smile starts to fade.

"I uh, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did all of this happen? With your mum and um..yeah?" He asked. Some how, I knew he'd ask. I haven't told him exactly what I went through at home with my parents. I didn't want him to worry about me. It is clear on his face now, that he is.

"When I was four, my dad died. Everything before his death was absolutely fine. We were a great, happy family and there were no problems whatsoever. Then my dad was in an accident," I tell him. The memories start to flood in my head of all the moments I had with my father.

"How did he die?" Louis asks, looking at me. I let out a sigh, looking down in my lap.

"He uh..he was in a car accident. A drunk driver, drove his car into my dad's, making it spin and flip the car onto it's side. The driver, had a concussion, but he survived. My dad died on the spot," I say. I remember showing up on the scene.

~Flashback~

"Mummy, where we going?" I asked as I'm being dragged away from my Elementary school. I look up at her, she's big. She has something in her hair that keeps it back, but her hair is flowing and blowing in the wind.

My mummy's pretty.

Mummy doesn't answer my question as we are rushed to her car. My little feet are running beside her as she walks furiously to the car. The door is open and I'm being lifted into the car, strapped in my booster seat.