REMEMBER (l.s)

home sweet home

HARRYS POV - PART 1/3

"Ready?" Louis asks me in the softest voice. He wants me to feel safe, I get that, but it's my family. I'm going to remember them.. I know I am.

I reassure him that I am by nodding my head and looking into his eyes. The ones filled with this sense of hope. It makes me smile slightly.

I feel three squeezes on my hand and I look down. Louis squeezed my hand three times. The three times that mean 'I love you'.

"I know." I say softly. He looks confused at first but then his eyes widen.

"You- You know what that means?" He asks me. His voice has this sense of awareness now.. this energy. I want to keep him like this forever.

"Mhm." I manage to get out. I can already feel my tears starting to pile up but I don't dare let one fall. Not now.

I let out a deep breath and as I do Louis presses a soft kiss to the knuckles on my hand. Butterflies are starting to fly around even faster now, hitting every little thing in plain sight. A shiver gets sent down my spine.

I look back to him.. looking at every beautiful feature on his face.. and then he signals for us to go up to my childhood home.

Okay then.. Let's go.

He lets go of my hand and it instantly feels cold, Louis isn't there to warm it up.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and he does the same. Then we get out of the car and I look at the house in front of my eyes. I smile because I already remember a memory from when Gemma and I would run around the garden, our mother scolding us in the process of doing so.

What I don't expect is to remember something else as well...

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BACK WHEN GEMMA WAS ABOUT TEN AND HARRY EIGHT - Third Person POV

Giggles are filling up the air. The same giggles that are escaping both Harry and Gemmas lips as Gemma chases her brother through the garden of their home.

"You'll never catch me!" Harry screeches loudly as a fit of giggles are begging to come out of him.

"You bet I will!!" Gemma shouts back.

Harry is happy.. he loves spending time with his sister. He can smell all of the wondrous flowers his mother is planting outside while she watches the two playing.

Harry usually helps his mother out in the garden but today she said that she wanted to do it alone. Harry understood so he went to play with Gemma. Even though he understood she didn't need.. or rather want his help.. he never understood why.

But that wasn't a question an eight year old wanted to answer when he could be running around thinking of absolutely nothing in the world other than not wanting his big sister to catch up to him.

The moment couldn't get any better to be completely honest. Harry knew it couldn't.. or so he thought he did.

The next thing the lad knows is that he stops in his tracks as he spots a boy with brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes skating towards Harry and Gemmas home.

Harry is instantly caught in a trance by him.. watching as the boys hair gets caught in the wind.

'Louis.' Harry thinks to himself. Harry has the biggest crush on Louis. One so big that everytime he sees Louis.. every gear in Harrys mind stops spinning. Time just stops for him, but not the outside world.