One Way Or Another - Larry Stylinson (Hybrid Harry)

Chapter 3 - Harry POV

When we reached Louis' house, he gave me some clothes and told me to shower while he made some food for me. I headed of in direction of the bathroom and took a long warm bath, something I haven't had in over 2 years. I stayed inside till my skin pruned and I washed my body thoroughly trying to wash of each, and every time Jeremy touched me. When I finished, I quickly changed into Louis' clothes, and I tucked my tail in. I then looked at myself in the mirror and cursed when I realised my hair was now flat down due to which my ears were poking out. I quickly dried my hair with the towel causing it to puff up and effectively cover my ears. I pushed my hair back in its usual style and headed downstairs only to be greeted with the smell of burning bread and to see Louis running around frantically trying to open windows up.

He looked ridiculous running around like that and I couldn't help giggle at the fact that he burnt a simple toast. He must have heard me because he shot me a fake glare which only made me laugh more. By now the smoke had left the room and Louis had dumped the burnt bread into the bin. He then put the pan in the dishwasher before walking up to me, arms crossed with an expression of fake anger on his face. I could tell he was simply playing with me, but I'd be lying if I didn't feel intimidated. He then said in an angry voice which turned to a whine at the end, "If you think it's so fookin' funny why don't you make somefing." I shrugged and accepted the offer before heading to the kitchen to make pancakes for the two of us. As I put in the ingredients, memories played through my head. Me and mum used to always cook together, dancing to music as we baked or made dinner. The pancake recipe I was making was my mum's and I felt tears prickling in my eyes as I remember the way she used to gently hold my hand and teach me the proper way to crack the eggs and stir the batter. I remembered the way we shared every secret, how me and mum were so close. I remember the way Gemma was my best friend and even though she was elder than me she never forgot me. She was the one who helped me when I was confused with my sexuality. She was the person who joked at my expense and still cared for me. I didn't realise I was crying till I felt a tear drip onto my hand. I quickly blinked away the thoughts and wiped my eyes. I wondered why I never searched for mum and Gemma when I was with Jeremy. I had often asked him if we could go to Cheshire to see them if they were still there. Jeremy, however, was always busy with something or the other and I didn't dare go alone because of the frightening memories the place held.