"𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞"

𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘹

Harry

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"So Gemma, how do you know Louis?" I casually asked, resting my elbows on the oak table. She looked at me quizzically before answering, "He tutors me, attractive right?" she noted, trying to gauge any type of reaction from me.

My family has always been supportive of me not being exactly normal, my mom Anne was luckily never religious in the first place (thank god for that) and Gemma stayed neutral.

"It's a shame he left so abruptly after you came, you didn't do or say anything to him right?" Gemma asked, narrowing her eyes as I scoffed.

"Of course I didn't do anything to him Gemma and besides it's getting late, shouldn't you start with dinner?" It was her turn to scoff and with that, the conversations was over.

"I'm meeting with Zayn in an bit, do you mind making me extra?"

"You're lucky that I'm so amazingly nice."

"Oh quiet, when's mum coming back?"

"You know her, overworking herself when she needs a break. I think around an hour maybe, why don't you pop in tomorrow morning and check in on her? Make sure that she isn't working too much... we know what a strain Des's death was on her-"

I quickly cut her off with a tight-lipped smile and walked to my room. I've always been a bit sensitive around the topic of my dad's death, yet everybody focused on how my mum handled it and nobody even thought about asking a twelve year old boy whose father died if he was ever okay.

****

My room is always spotless.

It has to be. I can't stand messes or anything that has fault.

Everything has to be perfect. Always.

I wore a light yellow button-up and white pants, simple and effortless. I heard my mum speaking to Gemma downstairs so I went downstairs and greeted lovely Anne with a kiss on the cheek.

"Afternoon love, I'll be out with Zayn tonight but I'll join you all for dinner tomorrow" She tutted at me trying to leave (unsuccessfully) and motioned for me to sit down.

"I hired a new man at my shop, so when you deliver this week's flowers and pastries make sure to be polite, alright Harry?"

"I'm always nice mum, could I get a description?"

"He's short, something you don't often see in men these days, and has blue eyes. You won't miss him, he's the type of boy that makes you stare. Frightfully messy too, but oh well,"

"Tomlinson?"

She looked a bit surprised but then nodded, "How did you know? And besides, isn't Zayn waiting for you?"

Gemma shouted something about the food almost being ready -it's pasta night- and I took the opportunity to stand up, kiss my mum and make a quick exit.

My house, the house that I have lived in for my entire live reeked of my dad: the piano that he always used to play every time he came home, the old beloved oak table that he used to gently tell me off for bad grades and prompt me to try harder, his old chair that my mum can't seem to get rid of.

Everything.

****

The moment I stepped outside I regretted not wearing something warmer, Venice is known for it's warm weather, but whenever December rolls around it isn't freezing per say, but the change in temperature is there.

I checked my watch and realised I could've spent at least another fifty minutes in the comforts of my house, but to be honest I can't stand it in there. Ever since his death I couldn't stand living there, I mostly just went home to sleep and maybe eat if Gemma was making garlic bread, but other than that I was mostly away from home.