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It's Friday and it's around 5:30 when I realise Louis isn't okay. He's having mood swings, he won't eat, his grades aren't improving, Harry says he hardly still pays attention in class. He also says he doesn't talk to anyone. I don't know what his problem is but I need to figure it out. Maybe he's just missing his mother.

When I go to pick Louis up, (just Louis. Harry isn't feeling good) do I finally ask him what's wrong. "Louis.. I'm your dad.. And you hopefully know you can tell me anything." I start. "Yeah.. I know." He mumbles. "Can you tell me why your acting so weird?" I ask. "It's just.. Harry says that if I act dead, I'll end up with my mother soon." He says.

"Harry told you that?" I ask. "Well yeah." He says. " and you believed that? Louis your a smart boy. Don't believe everything you hear. If you act 'dead' everyone around you will start worrying about you. Do you think your mom would want that?" I ask. He shakes his head, no. "So don't act dead. Act you. Act like your mom would want you to." I say.

It's a while before he says something. I'm assuming he's thinking. "Alright.. Thanks." He mumbles. I take a deep breath and look out the windshield. I love Louis like my own child and I wouldn't want Harry hurt so I certainly don't want Louis hurt. As we arrive home, and enter the house, it's a complete mess.

"Harry?" I call out. "What happened down here?" I question. No one answers. "Harry?" I call again. "Stay here." I say to Louis. He nods his head. I rush upstairs and look around for Harry. "Harry?" I ask.

Where is my son at?

"Louis did Harry say he was going somewhere?" I ask him once I get downstairs. "He said he wanted to go visit Uncle Zayn after school. So he called him and Zayn said he'd pick him up after school." Louis explain.

"And you knew this the whole time?" I ask. "Well.. Yeah." Louis says. I groan. I don't want my son and Zayn alone together. At least not anymore.

Harry can't seriously be okay with this.

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Hi.

It hurts knowing the person you like can't like you back. It's not that they don't want to. It's because they can't. And that hurts worse.

I um.. I gotta go guys.

Bye.

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