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IV Chapter twenty four

POV: Louis Tomlinson

Today is the day that Harry can go home. Well, go home, he can leave the hospital. I think that's great news, but Harry doesn't. He's very quiet and drawn into himself. I had already told him not to worry, but he does anyway.

Mum and I have agreed with my sisters and my father that Harry can live with us. Isn't that great news? I can hardly wait! Lottie was also immediately enthusiastic, and luckily so were my other sisters. The house is big enough for another person, he will even get his own room. I have arranged that, because I think he likes that. After all, he has been alone his whole life, so he will have to get used to this hustle and bustle with all these girls in the house.
We want to tell Harry as a surprise. Lottie, Félicité, Daisy and Phoebe all wanted to come, but we decided not to. They are real troublemakers and Harry has had enough incentives lately.

Merrily I step into Harry's room with my parents, where I find there a crying Harry.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

"I have no where to go..."

I look at my parents and then turn my gaze to Harry, who has his hands over his eyes. I sit down on the chair next to his bed that has been there for a few days and carefully take hold of his hands and remove them from his eyes. He looks at me with tearful red eyes, which makes my heart tear up immediately.

"I, well actually we, want to ask you something." I start.

Harry makes a 'hm' sound as a sign that I can continue talking.

"Would you like it to live with us? It's very cosy and you get your own room so you also just have privacy and stuff and I think that-"

"Are you serious?" Harry asks as he looks from me to my parents. My parents nod cheerfully and Harry's glum expression turns into a big smile. "That's the best news I've heard in ages," he says cheerfully.

"It's going to be fun, I promise you."

Harry laughs and pulls at my wrists causing me to fall forward onto his bed. He hugs me and I quickly hug him back.

"Thank you," he whispers. I stand up and tell him that it's absolutely no problem.
I'm no longer the only boy in our house (if you don't count my father) and I quite like that. Harry seems like a really sweet boy and he deserves better, and I think we can all help him with that.

"Shall I get a wheelchair?" My mother asks. I say that's a very good idea after which she leaves the room. Harry doesn't seem to believe it yet.

"Do any of you know how my mother is doing?" He asks. I look at my dad and he says: "She's still healing from her wound but she's recovering. When she's all better there will be a trial, but that may take a while."

Harry seems to understand it all very well and my pride in him increases by the second. Really, how strong this boy is.

My mother comes back into the room with the wheelchair that belongs to Harry. We had brought it from his house when we had to walk through it with the police. Or rather we, my parents. I wasn't there myself.

I want to grab Harry's hands to help him into the wheelchair, but he wants to try it himself first.

First he sits up and hangs his feet over the bed, then he carefully puts force on it. I stand next to him so that I can catch him if necessary. Little by little, he applies more and more force and, before you know it, he is standing completely upright. I am really amazed... This is really great that he can do this already! He staggers a lot but he stands, without any help.

My mother drives the wheelchair for Harry but he doesn't know what to do now, because he can't lower himself into the wheelchair. He is still too far away for that.

"Shall we try to take a step together?" I then ask cautiously.

"Yes, I'm fine with it." Answer Harry. I take one hand and my other hand I put around his waist for extra support and so I can catch him if he falls.

"Are you ready?"

He nods as a sign and then slides his foot forward a bit. "You're doing really well. Try lifting him up a bit more?" I ask cautiously. Harry does exactly what I asked of him and puts his foot back on the ground. When he wants to take the next step, he sinks through both legs and because of the sudden sagging I can't catch him properly and he falls on the ground.
"Sorry!" I say quickly, but Harry only has an extremely big smile on his face.

"It's true. I'm going to be able to walk one day."

I get tingles in my stomach from being so happy for him. I put on a big smile, a genuine smile.
Mum pushes the wheelchair right behind Harry and together we lift him up so that he can take a seat in the wheelchair. Mum wants to push him forward but he says he wants to drive himself so she doesn't have to.

There are four of us now. Really great. I can't wait to see how it goes from here.

This was the last chapter of Louis point of view. After this everything is written from Harry's point of view.