Everything is changing (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

When Louis woke up he was greeted by a dusty ceiling that was probably suppose to be white. To his surprise he did know exactly where he was right from the moment he woke up.

What he couldn't remember though was how he had come to hay bed and actually had a very old dirty blanket over himself. The other thing he did remember was that the world had gone black just after Harry had come back telling him he had news on his parents.

He wanted to slap himself. He could have finally had some more clarification about what had happened to his parents. But no, he had to black out. Typically him. He rolled his eyes at himself as he looked around the room, once more taking in all the dust and dirt it was rich.

Wait a second, where even was the servant boy? He couldn't just leave him here right, who knows what or who would come in.

Louis started to get annoyed and stood up. Harry was nowhere to be seen. The boy was probably outside, doing god knows what.

Louis walked to the door, an annoyed look on his face. Right now he just wanted to look for Harry. So that the curly haired boy could ... Louis stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't sure of it anymore, maybe he didn't want to talk to Harry after all. For all he knew his mum was still alive. And every single part of him prayed that his dad had miraculously survived the fire.

The door opened and Harry came in. Louis still frozen on the spot, he wanted to run away now. Not wanting to know what had happened to his family. Wanting him to keep living with the hope of being able to be reunited with his family. The other part of him screamed to ask though, screamed to get to know the truth about what happened to his parents. To not have to hope anymore but know.

"Louis, are you okay?" The curly haired boy said when he noticed Louis' frozen (and really uncomfortable looking) position.

Louis turns to look at Harry
"Just tell me the news on my family" He speaks quietly, the screaming part of him winning. Harry's eyes turned soft.
"Let's sit down first okay?" Louis sat down, not moving a single step. He was looking up at Harry (who was really quite a bit taller than him), wanting to run away and at the same time just shake the boy to tell him already.

Harry took a deep breath and started off "Your mum's still alive" said Harry, trying his very best not to break Louis down. "I couldn't find out where she is but she is alive and still somewhere in this city" Harry saw how Louis looked somewhat relieved and actually took a real breath for the first time since the two had started talked. When the curly haired boy continued Louis didn't know what to think "Your dad didn't survive the fire though, I'm sorry Louis"

Louis wasn't even too surprised, he had after all seen the burning bark fall down on his father. That didn't make the stinging pain in his heart any less though. The other thing he felt confused him. He felt some kind of relieve. Relieve that he didn't have to pray and hope that his parents were okay. Now he knew they were not, and he also knew that there was nothing to do about his dad anymore, but he could still safe him mum, she wasn't dead yet.

"I'm really sorry for you Louis" Harry said. Louis looked up at him, there were no tears streaming down his face, he was taught not to cry as it was sign of weakness.
"It's okay. My mum's still alive at least" Louis said, the corners of his mouth turning up a little bit. Harry looked at him confusedly.
 "You don't seem too sad" Harry said "Not that I want you to be sad but, they're your parents" quick to notice how that sentence might have come across
"I know" Louis said "and I am sad but, truth is, I saw a burning bark fall on my dad. Deep inside I guess I did already know he couldn't have survived. I was having false hope. And sometimes, telling yourself a lie even you have trouble believing, is harder than knowing the truth. I've cried over my dad already, more than he would have allowed me to in times I have to be strong" Louis said, chuckling a little bit at the last part.
"What do you mean. It's not bad to cry when people you love die"
"I have been taught not to cry. Crying is for the weak, my parents always said. Hold back the tears and squeeze your butt cheeks together" Louis said, having heard this story a million times before. Harry couldn't help a small chuckle escaping his mouth at the latter part. Yet he felt so sorry for Louis.
"Your parents made you stop crying rather than comforting you?" Louis looked at Harry confusedly before looking back down at the ground.
"Yeah, Why?"
"When my parents were still alive they used to always comfort me when I was crying. Made me feel better instead of making me hold it in"
"Did your parents die as well?" Louis said.
"Yeah, about 5 years ago." Harry said, Louis could see it still touched Harry. "How can you not cry when your parents die Louis? I'm not accusing you or anything but, I still miss them every day"