Hollow - LS

19| Discouraged

19| Discouraged

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"I'd be his, if he asked."

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Discouraged

Adjective

Having lost confidence or enthusiasm; disheartened.

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"Where?" Is the first thing that Louis asks.

"To your house, for when you talk to your mother." Harry said, walking closer to him.

Panic begins to settle in. "You don't have to do that. I can do it myself." Louis waves him off. He knows that with Harry there it will make the situation even worse with his mother and he will end up feeling like a burden with Harry deciding to join in.

"I know I don't know you for very long." Harry begins. "But I know that there is a good chance you won't even talk to your mother."

Louis looked away. "You don't know that."

But when he glanced back, Harry was giving him a knowing smirk. "That look tells me everything."

"All I did was look away." He says.

"Exactly."

They look at each other, silence filling the void. Louis breaks the eye contact quickly, and looks down toward the grass. But when he looks back up at Harry a second later, he sees him thinking about something.

The whole situation was confusing. Earlier in the day, Louis thought he would be coming to the playground tonight to be explaining the situation about his mother and then he would be finding a way to get back home before his mother. But he didn't expect Harry to suggest he go back home and confront his mother about how he was feeling. And then Harry wanted to be with him when he did on the chance that he wouldn't have the courage to do it alone.

Which was true. The chance of him going home and openly having a conversation with his mother about everything that has been happening was slim. Just the thought of having it made his skin itch. Just thinking about what he would want to say made him begin to sweat.

"Let's do it." Harry suddenly said.

"Now?" Louis says, feeling confused.

"Yes, now." Harry nods. "I know you will try ways of backing out if we wait."

Another truth.

"I don't know if I can do this." Louis suddenly whispers into the night.

"You can." Louis looks at him like it's that simple, and for a moment, Louis wishes that it were that simple. "Do you really want your mother to dictate your life, and who you date? Do you really want to date this girl? This poor girl, who, - what's her name again?"

"Eleanor." Louis supplies.

Harry scrunched his face like he hated that name. Like he didn't even know the girl, but already decided that he didn't like her based on the name alone. Which was slightly funny, because Louis barely knew her, and he didn't like her much either.

Deciding that this was what they were going to do, Harry was already walking towards the direction of his house, but turned to face Louis. "Are you ready?"

For this time, Louis decided to go with the truth. "No."

Harry sighed, asking again. "Are you ready?"